Thanx a lot for reminding me that I found the lead singer of Prodigy semi-attractive until I saw him drooling.
I do not remember this. I was just listening to Firestarter, or Breathe, or Smack My B---- Up and thought to myself that he'd be cute without the mohawk if you can call his hairstyle a mohawk, the piercings, the tatoos, and the eye makeup. He's workable.
I just always seem to find the lead singer attractive no matter what band. Gavin Rossdale of Bush, Christopher Hall of Stabbing Westward, Michael Hutchence of INXS, ok I tried to find Scott from Creed attractive but he just isn't, and last but certainly not least Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode (sigh).
But this just in. I really don't find Dave that attractive anymore. Ok get off the floor and stop praying. I don't think the world is really coming to an end. I mean I don't hear sirens and I don't believe we're getting bombed but I'm pretty sure the antichrist is on the earth. Why and what happened??
Well he's cute and he has a nice voice and all but it's obvious that he hits his habits kind of hard. He just doesn't seem to be picking up any weight anymore, he just isn't--Martin. Ok I have an affinity towards Martin now. I always thought that he looked rather strange but I read somewhere that he's half African-American. Oh. That's why he looks so cute with those knit caps pulled tightly over his head. And he djs too. He writes all the band's songs. He sings from his very soul. And he has nice lips. My friend Teressa tried to tell me this years and years ago but I didn't listen. So now as I prepare to earn money for concert tickets (oh and to live off of) I will be fawning over Dave but I'll really be there to see Martin.
Last time I dragged my friend Becky to the concert with me. We were left center in like row N so we had pretty good seats. I swear that at the last two concerts Dave and I locked eyes for a moment and stared into each others souls--but I digress. My dear Becky was wearing a jacket with suede sleeves. As my favorite song "Clean" was being sung I grabbed poor Becky's arm. Somehow she ended up with scratches deep in her arm. My am I that powerful?
Clean the cleanest I've been an end to the tears and the in between years and the trouble I've seen. Now that I'm clean. You know what I mean. I've broken my fall put an end to it all and I've changed my routine. Now I'm clean.
As years go by all the feelings inside twist and they turn as they ride with the tide...
I kept singing that verse as I rode across the Atlantic ocean in this ferry. I was so freakin' sea sick but I decided that I was not going to lose my cookies, no no no. So I kept singing clean over and over again for 3 hours until we got where we were going. I tell you, I drove those Africans nuts...even more so than I drive you nuts. I know they were never so glad to get somebody back on the plane to America. One guy wrote and faxed me and it wasn't even romantic. He wanted a copy of a picture I took of him. I didn't write back.
I don't advise and I don't criticize I just know what I like with my own eyes.
(Very good advice Martin)
Sometimes.
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