Hollywood Kills

 

 

My FirsT ArT an Ode to the InSAnity of the SaNiAcs

I'm not here, just sneaking backdoor to steal a peak at the joint.  You've changed since I wasn't here last, during that hot Obama summer when we baked under the speak.  My ramblin, rumblin, tumblin rants were not worthy but thirsty I was.  Throwing rocks to knock the socks off...and there I was naked, alone with only words to confuse me even more.  

 

Of course everything is crystal clear in Hollywood.