The road is fucking hard. It’s also really fucking tough.
You say, “You’re better dead than blind.”
You stick to your story. Every story has someone that they stick to. You pay for your glory. Everybody has someone they aspire to. And I aspire to you. But I won’t follow you. To live a life untrue.
Hang up and listen. You found your direction and cut the line. Night flight to Paris. You’d rather leave than lose your sight.
In the pantheon of rock and roll, there are few if any artists out there who are as intimidating for manifold reasons as Queens Of The Stone Age front man Josh Homme. A mountain of a man who occasionally dons a ginger (these days with a fair amount of salt mixed in) beard, Homme’s brazen personality is backed up fully by the music he puts out.
In the past decade or, it seems that if there is some manner of science fiction/fantasy/comic book adaptation for film, there has been one man it’s been imperative to cast. And it is with that kiwi actor Karl Urban is presented.
With The Office at long last bidding farewell last night, its natural successor to the NBC Comedy Throne (such as it is these days) figures to be Parks and Recreation, both in tone and in its bloodlines. And though one of the stars of Parks & Rec, Nick Offerman, is immaculately mustachioed on the show, away from it he sports as rugged a full beard as one could imagine. And with both Paul MacLean and Joel Quenneville earning Jack Adams nominations today, this seems like the best way to pay tribute to both of their dusters as well as our daily beard requirements.
Is there anybody out there? Does anybody know?
Been there, no where, done that, get square, I’m hip, no lip, dig this, my tip, punk’s dead, see red, life sucks, dead end, no race, no face, still there, same place.
I know, they know, don’t drink, drive slow, insane, no brain, dress down, look plain, big fun, no gun, no girl, gotta run, flipside, can’t hide, can’t think suicide.
