Saturday, April 28, 2007

Eyes without a face?

Just hangin'

Haunting me...

someone said

romance was dead.

Hey you

laughing my fucking ass off...
and it's only the first of many, many more...

Here's a hint.


Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now

It's official:

Devlyn Enterprises, LLC

Secret Weapon #1


For President: Lou Dobbs

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Can a-neee-bud-eeeee find meeeeeeee
to buy me this cloak?

Freddie Mercury
An flamboyant stage costume comprising a long cloak of scarlet 'velvet' trimmed with imitation ermine, decorated with a pattern of simulated gold thread embellishments -- 12ft 6in. (3.8m.) long; with corresponding short shoulder cape, similarly decorated, fastening at the neck with gold-coloured link chain -- made for Freddie Mercury for Queen's 1986 European "Magic" Tour; accompanied by a souvenir poster illustrated with a photograph of Mercury wearing an identical robe on stage.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Wagstaff Made Mapplethorpe!

©1974 Francesco Scavullo

Freddie v John

Ready Freddie?

John, you're on in 5–4–3–2-and GO!

We interrupt all the TV bullshit...

Liar Liar...

Flight Suit on Fire!

We interrupt the truth...

We interrupt Boris Yeltsin's funeral...

Once again, I have made an ass of myself trying to get to a phone. You have made an ass out me of for the last time. Three letters: ABA. A, Always, B, Be, A, Answering. Always be answering. Always be answering. AIDA. Attention. Interest. Decision. Action. Attention. Do I have your attention? Interest. Are you interested? I know you are 'cause it's pick up the phone or get your ass straightened out. You answer or you get hit with a brick. Decision. Have you made your decision to pick up the phone? And action. AIDA. Pick up the goddamn phone. You got a call coming in, you think I made it because I've got nothing better to do? I could be shouting shit at random people on the street, but I'm calling you. I don't care that you're twelve or eleven or whatever, are you pig enough to pick it up? I'm a good father, and you're a pig. I don't give a shit. Good father. You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you thoughtless pain in the ass? AIDA. Get mad you daughter-of-a-bitch. Get mad. You know what it takes to answer my call? It takes brass balls to answer my call. Go and do likewise. The phone is ringing, you pick it up, it's yours, you don't, I got no sympathy for you. I'd wish you good luck, but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it. You better be ready Friday the 20th to meet with me. Pig. Oh, also, tell your mother I said "Go fuck yourself." This is Dad, ring me back when you get a chance.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Freddie Mercury
1977|The New Haven Coliseum

November 17, 1977
News of the World tour
Freddie Mercury (pictured)
The New Haven Coliseum
Camera: Kodak 110 instamatic
Front row center

The Twin Towers

HB to the

I'll come up with something later.

I just have this burning feeling that the is a father of Frank's caliber, Mark's caliber, and Michael's caliber.


That much water under the bridge? (well, and alcohol).

How I feel.

Last person on my mind and first when I woke up.

If you received this song in your e-mail today,
well, you know.

All day
My heart tells strangers how I feel...
–|George Michael SAFE