Mr. Brown, I hope this was the best Christmas you've ever had.
Mr. Brown, I pray in my most atheistic of prayers that you are now in paradise of some sort, whichever one you choose, because that is where you should be.
Mr. Brown, I pray that there will never, ever be another human being remotely like you.
I hope you now have peace. God (or whoever) bless you, your family, and your accomplishments. Guide them in their mourning and celebration of your life, and pray, please pray, that they don't trample all over your legacy like the families of many of your stature who've passed on before you have done.
his son was (is?) a gym teacher at lzhs and it was rumored that every year he would pick a senior girl to fuck. nice, huh?
anyway... i had a pretty cool idea hit me when i was making red velvet cupcakes: we should have a david lynch party. we can watch "blue velvet" and i would switch the red food coloring for blue and make blue velvet cake!! hehe! :)
daddy...I have seen your swirly charm and I like your ass. daddy...my picture hides in your glittery coat. daddy...I saw you in the mall one day and i screamed your name and ran after you. daddy where did you run to even though you saw my face? daddy...I never understood how you could hypnotize all those thoughtless listeners with big hooks.
i had a dream last night that i was at rich and liz's house (but it wasn't really your house, i just knew in the dream that it was) and tim and deanna were there too and some random girl. tim and i sat on opposite ends of the couch and deanna on the floor and for some reason rich and liz were in another room. and then i flash to me in a car with rich and the random girl in the backseat and i had my arm around her. and when rich touched her shoulder the girl freaked out, which i thought i was funny. and that's all i remember! you were all in my dream!
uh yeah, a gold casket traveling through the streets of harlem and ending up at the apollo? i think that will be ford's funeral anyday.
and! i was watching the simpsons yesterday and it was the one where gerald ford moves in across the street at the end, i'm assuming that wasn't a coincidence.
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Mr. Brown, I hope this was the best Christmas you've ever had.
Mr. Brown, I pray in my most atheistic of prayers that you are now in paradise of some sort, whichever one you choose, because that is where you should be.
Mr. Brown, I pray that there will never, ever be another human being remotely like you.
I hope you now have peace. God (or whoever) bless you, your family, and your accomplishments. Guide them in their mourning and celebration of your life, and pray, please pray, that they don't trample all over your legacy like the families of many of your stature who've passed on before you have done.
Mr. Brown, thank you, for everything.
i lived around the corner from this guy for almost ten years... scary. thank god i never had him as a teacher for anything.
ok well that link didn't work so copy and paste.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/custom/newsroom/chi-061219coach-porn,1,5145463.story?coll=chi-business-hed
Creepy...just the name sounds like someone who'd be into kiddie porn.
his son was (is?) a gym teacher at lzhs and it was rumored that every year he would pick a senior girl to fuck. nice, huh?
anyway... i had a pretty cool idea hit me when i was making red velvet cupcakes: we should have a david lynch party. we can watch "blue velvet" and i would switch the red food coloring for blue and make blue velvet cake!! hehe! :)
how was your christmas, d?
daddy...I have seen your swirly charm and I like your ass. daddy...my picture hides in your glittery coat. daddy...I saw you in the mall one day and i screamed your name and ran after you. daddy where did you run to even though you saw my face? daddy...I never understood how you could hypnotize all those thoughtless listeners with big hooks.
i had a dream last night that i was at rich and liz's house (but it wasn't really your house, i just knew in the dream that it was) and tim and deanna were there too and some random girl. tim and i sat on opposite ends of the couch and deanna on the floor and for some reason rich and liz were in another room. and then i flash to me in a car with rich and the random girl in the backseat and i had my arm around her. and when rich touched her shoulder the girl freaked out, which i thought i was funny. and that's all i remember! you were all in my dream!
thats awesome!
hey jackie, if you want to swing by on new years feel free, liz and I would love to be host and hostess to you
okay, i'm still pondering it... otherwise i'll be in chicago for the deerhoof show and that's only like a month away.
are you going to be around if i call you tonight?
As the Spinners once sang "I'll Be Around"
I hope that James Brown's funeral totally upstages Gerald Ford...so far, that appears to be the case.
uh yeah, a gold casket traveling through the streets of harlem and ending up at the apollo? i think that will be ford's funeral anyday.
and! i was watching the simpsons yesterday and it was the one where gerald ford moves in across the street at the end, i'm assuming that wasn't a coincidence.
*beat
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