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Keith Richard’s lost kiddie classic
Goodnight spoon and goodnight stash.
The sun is up it’s time to crash.
Goodnight booze and pills and crystals,
Moroccan scarves German pistols
The groupies snorted all the blow;
The roadies passed out hours ago;
Mick’s stretched out in Room Ten-Oh-Nine
While all the stray cats wait in line.
So goodnight Memory Motel.
Goodnight bottle of Rebel Yell;
Brazilian pimp and Swedish whore;
French cops pounding at the door.
The dealers with the gypsy curse;
That jaded, faded junkie nurse;
Midnight ramblers and Angels on Harleys;
That tripped-out chick who swears she’s Charlie’s.
Goodnight Brian, Bill, and Rob.
Goodnight Elvis. Goodnight Jann.
It’s time to set the cuckoo clock.
Ah, fuck sleep. Let’s stay up and rock.
WHAT DOES THIS PERSON ACTUALLY LOOK LIKE THO
so my plan for halloween is to dress up as a Nazgul with my black horse and go trick or treating but instead of saying “trick or treat” i’ll either scream or hiss “Bagginssssssssss, Shhhhhhhire” and then ransack their villages in my search for the One Ring
i was joking
oh dear god
HOW MANY PEOPLE DID YOU TERRORIZE
1. Pour out how much you think you need.
Does anyone else make sarcastic comments out loud when watching a TV show or film even though you’re completely alone?