2010 Mustang

Ford Mustang

Telling On The Telly

The new entertainment anchor on the television set saw a man reading a tattered and abused copy of "Helter Skelter" with a slightly gnawed highlighter.

It was only Monday.

Desi Brite

Once there was a prince . . . .

MGMT

"Time To Pretend"

I'm Feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.

yeah yeah yeah

New York City

Peace Bicycle

Toughness Of Dreams

Plans are one thing and fate another. When they coincide, success results.

You do not permit your being to turn stinking inside a shell, but what you do is swirl yourself in the toughness of dreams.

There have been cans of dog food more splendiferous than South Richmond and mines more tender.

Cece Kieselstein Cord

Cece

2008

Duncan Roy's 3 Steps For Summer Success 2009

1.) Purchase new cell phone that does not drop calls in the canyons.

2.) Never pitch projects on days that are even-numbered or start with the letter "W".

3.) Learn how to barbeque without a fire extinguisher.

Party In The Garden

Part IV

Bill Reid Hollywood Producer

From: Roman Polanski -- shortnsexy@aol.com
To Jack Nicholson -- unclejack@sbcglobal.net
Sent: 5/27/2009 12:38 AM
I like climbing into bed and cruising Craigslist on my Blackberry and
playing like I am young enough to have sex with the babes who post on there
without paying for it!
What do you like to do??? And make it juicy! xxxRomanxxx
Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone with Nextel Direct Connect


From: Jack Nicholson -- unclejack@sbcglobal.net
To: Bill Reid -- bigbigred@aol.com
Sent: Wed, 27 May 2009 12:36 pm
I like to look at the chickadees in the gym and wonder what
would happen if their sports bras "accidentally" POPPED off. Remember in the
old movies when the lady's dress would get caught on something, then
rrrrrrrrip, and she was standing there in her slip? Why can't that
happen in the gym to people that I psychically demand suddenly be
attracted to me ???


From Bill Reid -- bigbigred@aol.com
To: Jim Jarmusch -- crazeejimmyjoe@roadrunner.com
Sent: Wed, 27 May 2009 1:47 pm
I'm on location in my hotel room doing rewrites for the next day's shoot.
Room Service is at the door with the meal I ordered.

Missive From Kevin Murphy Regarding Meat

Dear Kenyon -

I'm listening to a new album by a guy named Mat Kearney - you probably know who
he is. If not I will send it to you - I like it very much.

I even made a great meatloaf, but I better not send it to you.

XOXO,
Keviness

New York City

Two Ghosts In A Pod

Frank Silva
Harry Goaz

Paris Orly Airport
Paris, France

Last century.

La Dolce Vita

Wasn't there a movie with Keanu Reeves about this sort of shenanigans?

hi yah K I M *

The Bare Fact

When things become wholly unbelievable, all one can do is laugh.

There is nothing to fall back upon but the bare fact of one's existence; one must forsake logic for magic.

Albert Nolen

Dancing at Dishman's Dam on a week night.

Last century.

Nikon FE

Greta And Ari

Greta Garbo and Aristotle Onassis

Marfa 10 x 10 House

It's Bad Enough

This morning the Stewarts very kindly invited me on a picnic to Rye Beach. I could not entertain the thought of going, certainly. It's bad enough to have them living next door, to have to hear their abominable radio at all hours of the day and night, and put up with the depredations wrought in the garden by that untrained brat of theirs, without going out of my way to accompany them on an outijng.

It was a kind thought, however, and I have decided to go downtown the first thing tomorrow morning and buy a toy of some sort for little Dorothy. Maybe a tricycle, or something that will keep her on the sidewalk.

Anywhere, anywhere, out of my garden!

Drew Barrymore

Fresh out of lilac talk, Drew heaved a sigh.

She sat cool and straight while the stage lights exploded in a menagerie of hissing white sparks and powder-blue smoke. Letterman was jammin'.

And Jupiter collides with Mars.