cahrizz

give me danger little STRANGER!!!!! man you remember fucking pump up the volume???? yeah man i won't watch it again anytime soon because the exception has become the ideal and in my mind i can cram so much more perfect shit up in that movie than there probably is...christian fucking slater. that man was the definition of cool to me when i was a kid. he was the younger version of jack nicholson with a splice of elvis just a rocking in that sly voice, and shadowing i didn't do it smile. that scene of the hot hot heat and wicked sex the way i wanted the first time to be. instead it was a forced exploration and the shedding of so many tears and a sick sick feeling something in life might never be right. but then of course i met so many pieces of candy in that wonka store that i learned my way around and they all bound me to a promise inherent in and from fucking cassanove, who mentioned only bits of and don jaun swears by it--GIVE A MOTHER FUCKING SHIT...give it hard and give it soft but feel what they need and then be consumed by their every need into/until you find yourself in a mess of wicked guitar strings ripping it into righteousness and sweat and come and make it oh so sticky sweet.
come on baby give it to me cause i wanna give into you. come on baby come on
yeah yeah fucking yeah this is what iggy aand the stooges does to me!!!!
rock on,
chris