the beatles aren't fit to suck bob dylan's cock.

that should be a bumper sticker.

and elvis presley can't lick his asshole.

"Perhaps it’s the color of the sun cut flat
and coverin’ the crossroads I’m standing at.
Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that,
but mama, you been on my mind.

I don’t mean trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset.
I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, 'I can’t forget you.'
I do not walk the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
where you been don’t bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow,
mama, you’re just on my mind.

I am not askin’ you to say words like 'yes' or 'no',
please understand me. I got no place for you to go.
I’m just thinking to myself, so I can't pretend that I don't know,
mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near.
I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
as someone who has had you on his mind."

-BD

i wanna be with you - bruce springsteen

it could only be a mistake, a flaw in god's plan, that a woman that beautiful (inward and out) would ever want to be with me.

"I Sell Pussy!" And Other Stories From San Francisco

As I walked along the avenue three women passed me by, one carrying a thick wad of crumpled dollar bills she was trying to sort out. I said in a personable, congratulatory manner, "Damn. That's a lotta money girl." By this time they were behind me. The one carrying the money turned around and stated, "I sell pussy! That's how come I got all this money. You wanna buy some?"