“I DYED MY HAIR BLUE AND GREW SOME TITTIES”

FLYING DOWN SUNSET SMOKING CRACK TRANSVESTITE IN THE FRONT EDDI MURPHY IN THE BACK MOP HAD ME GRINDY AND GRIDDY MARILYN MANSON.

I use rock and jazz and blues rhythms because I love that music.

Congress, just out of the clear blue sky.

It’s not written in the Constitution or anything else….

So my wife’s experience is just like that of anybody else whose husband goes away to a blue collar job and comes home bruised and dirty and often proud of the work that they’re doing.

I’m a doofus from the Valley, a blue-collar guy.

I’d like to be a geneticist to be honest, but there are limits to what I can do now. For my dream to come true I’d have to be 20 years old again, heading off to a blue chip university.

That leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as I know it… And I guess I got no choice but to be a poet.

They asked me, How did you learn to sing the blues like that? How did you learn to sing that heavy? I just opened my mouth and that’s what I sounded like.