Your life is also what you experienced,otherwise

Your life is also what you experienced,otherwise how could we trust our own memories? Since we spend most of our time thinking about the future & the present is over before we even

graduate onto better music. Time trudges on because it has a life of its own. Your life sort of mills about like a blind fluke worm at the bottom of the cosmos. It's this sort of

parasite the cosmos should flush out, but they pity your unrefined taste. Father Time used to jam to cavemen rhythmically banging rocks, but even he graduated to the Rolling Stones

was working on a solution. He had taken part of Keith Richard's spleen, Charlie Watts' chin, Bill Wyman's left tibia, Mick Jaggar's lower lip, Ronnie's nose hair, even Mick Taylor'

s knee caps, and Cary Grant's penchant for dropping mad acid. "I say, Judy," Cary said in his transatlantic drone, "Would you care to taste the California sunshine? The tacatosa is

simply delightful at this time of year." Judy replied, "Oh, Cary, you know I can't. I'm allergic to sunshine. I must remain a creature of darkness, out to feast upon the blood of

the Hollywood closet junkie set. It's how I get my fix!" Judy's eyes were like that of a shark, large, black and moist. Cary wanted to fall into them and drown, but he was too gay.

You see, when Cary turned gay, he became special. He found special website menus catered just for his kind. His wrists flung outward when he walked. Trading this to be with Judy

held no appeal. The one Judy he was interested in as a gay man was Judy Garland. Cary bought all her records but couldn’t listen to them because he never found a gay record player.