never wear your best pants when you go to fight for freedom.
because, truthfully, in this theater of war, there are no curtain calls for the dead. so, no need to look your best, really.
unless of course you live fast and might die young of an overdose during a wrap party somewhere in the hollywood hills:
on the other hand, such things apparently are all a matter of taste:
so, it's all good, really. or at least it might become better. take heart, as:
in fact, while you're trying to stay alive & away from hollywood, now may just be the time to explore new & exciting hobbies:
yes, take your time. live in the magic of the moment, have a mint and remember:
and when that magical unconventional someone comes, just hope it's not *that* person:
but maybe a historical person known to be rather profound who will make you compliments over dinner instead:
didn't know they had texas back in his time. well, the thought counts. yes, philosophy! psychology! fortunes! deep thoughts!
no shit, sherlock. it's all about me and my emotional nature. because:
not that others don't love me for what i am:
the name's holmes. john holmes. and i shake when i'm stirred. ok, now:
yes, that's all, kids... and remember:
.
.
.
.
.
