driving from alabama to ohio.
‘show me the way to the next whisky bar’
no, i’m not drinking. it’s bertolt brecht.
as covered by bowie and the doors.
‘alabama song’.
i should’ve learned that for tonights show. ‘oh moon, of alabama, we now, must say goodbye, we’ve lost, our dear old momma, and now must have whisky, oh you know why.’
uh-oh, we’re stopping. a truck stop. a truck stop in alabama. i love truck stops. i’ll continue this after i go and wander around the truck stop.
maybe i’ll buy a ceramic pig.
later…
ok, no truck stop. just a junction.
i’m glad i have no hair. i saw some video footage of me when i had long hair. it looked weird. not to say that long hair looks weird on everybody. but it looked weird on me.
wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had shaved heads?
it would be smooth.
think of the advantages: no more hair pulling. no more gum getting stuck in hair.
but i guess a lot of industries would go out of business.
the comb industry. the ‘relaxer’ industry. the shampoo and conditioner industry.
but the hair-clipper industry would blossom.
i’m just indulging my crush on the pre-cog from minority report.
shaved heads on women just look so good.
hair looks nice, too. but a beautiful woman with a shaved head is so nice. so fine. so dayum hot.
yes, you can see that this update is spiralling into the realm of the irrelevant.
purple monkey dishwater.
how similar are sanskrit and english?
i’m yawning. goodnight.
moby
