I thought Lupe velez died with her head in the toilet, at least according to the more salacious gossip at the time. Much like Elvis who died with his ass on the crapper. Dying in the tub is not so odd. Even getting stabbed in the tub like Jean-Paul Marat, can be made to look romantic if it's painted by Jacques Louis David.
Did Marat have crack pipe and half a roast chicken in the tub with him? And what was with that Marat anyways. I know he had a skin condition but how did he pull off the job of just writing from the bath? He deserved to get stabbed. Damn bloggers are no good I tells ya..NO DAMN GOOD.
Prince Charles also writes in the bath. Only thing he has in common with Marat. About David's painting of the murder, where's Charlotte Corday?? There's this big empty space where there could be a blood-dripping homicide-ess.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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I thought Lupe velez died with her head in the toilet, at least according to the more salacious gossip at the time. Much like Elvis who died with his ass on the crapper. Dying in the tub is not so odd. Even getting stabbed in the tub like Jean-Paul Marat, can be made to look romantic if it's painted by Jacques Louis David.
Did Marat have crack pipe and half a roast chicken in the tub with him? And what was with that Marat anyways. I know he had a skin condition but how did he pull off the job of just writing from the bath? He deserved to get stabbed. Damn bloggers are no good I tells ya..NO DAMN GOOD.
Prince Charles also writes in the bath. Only thing he has in common with Marat. About David's painting of the murder, where's Charlotte Corday?? There's this big empty space where there could be a blood-dripping homicide-ess.
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