oh God my friends are in town and the music in my head starts playing:
HERE COMES JOHNNY YEN AGAIN,
WITH LIQUOR AND DRUGS,
AND A FLESH MACHINE,
HE'S GONNA DO ANOTHER STRIPTEASE...
i'm sure Iggy Pop had mates like mine because i understand his sense of dread accompanying their arrival. how many more times do i still have to go through this before i die of boredom? or an overdose. whichever comes first.
and yes, i still have a lust for life.
which is precisely why i don't want to shnarf it up and get fucked with them.
i for one ain't living like a hypnotized chicken no more.
what's wrong with them?
hasn't cocaine lost it's rockstar appeal? when kids of like, 11 are doing it? and the REAL rockstars have moved on to the golf course. or yoga ashram.
and then iiii'm the nauseatingly-boring-pain-in-the-ass-party-pooper! sheesh maaan give a girl a break! have they forgotten how many times I'VE broken THEM?! when they were begging for mercy and pleading with me for time-out?!
ridiculous.
go back to Joburg Johnny Yen. i sure as hell don't want to see YOUR middle-aged ass do another striptease.
(P.S. for those of you who don't know the lyrics to Iggy Pop's 'Lust For Life', google them and, yes, you got it, HARDEN THE F*** UP.)
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