The Beastie Boys taught me to count to 4.I am the cofounder of the International Mysterious Viscous Liquid Wrestling Association. thats MVLW for short.
Dear Susanna Hoffs,
What ever happened to you oh Susanna?
I miss your eyes. Your big brown eyes that looked as if someone had poked tiny holes in your irises and squirted milk chocolate into the tiny holes and then smudged your lids with kohl like our favorite Egyptian, Cleopatra. Your voice was like someone licking my brain with their warm velvet tongue, I could hear the inside of your mouth and deep down inside of your lungs, that they could possibly still hold breath that you drew when you were just a little girl. Why do your songs still burn in my sturnum, in my chest plate, in my gullet? Where did you & your sisters go and why do I allow you to haunt the love story that I want to tell my grandchildren? I can't hear you anymore, but the sound still echoes... Hazy Shade of Winter, Bell Jar, Eternal Flame, Manic Monday, Complicated Girl, If She Knew What She Wants, Make a Play For Her Now, Crash & Burn. We will never forget.
Sam Jackson was delivering a beautiful monologue.
