As close as I can figure it:
This week's cash for last week's grass. Your coo collates, you sit in the van and wait. Gassed and trashed and smashed young cats roasting away. So on a sunny summer day, or okay, an August night anyway. And you're living on air but on the twenty-fifth floor up there they fan a million bucks before your face. Marie's passed out in a chair with her once-fussed over hair all mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape. Just an hour before she crashed all her cash, she said, "I'm done with looking back. And you look your age, which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight. Fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care. I have been your bride stripped bare since '98. And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air. It's a gas now, it's a laugh just how far several mil can take it."
This week's fast is last week's flash of interstate, when you starved and never ate. This week splashed a sick gold cast across your face as you roam on silk with tippy-toe alone through Silver Lake. Just dyed a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear. What a ghastly sight you'll smear in every face. And that fat four-chin affair that your lawyer lets you wear, he'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged.
As close as I can figure it: This week's cash for last week's grass. Your coo collates, you sit in the van and wait. Gassed and trashed and smashed young cats roasting away. So on a sunny summer day, or okay, an August night anyway. And you're living on air but on the twenty-fifth floor up there they fan a million bucks before your face. Marie's passed out in a chair with her once-fussed over hair all mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape. Just an hour before she crashed all her cash, she said, "I'm done with looking back. And you look your age, which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight. Fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care. I have been your bride stripped bare since '98. And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air. It's a gas now, it's a laugh just how far several mil can take it." This week's fast is last week's flash of interstate, when you starved and never ate. This week splashed a sick gold cast across your face as you roam on silk with tippy-toe alone through Silver Lake. Just dyed a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear. What a ghastly sight you'll smear in every face. And that fat four-chin affair that your lawyer lets you wear, he'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged.