Camping in the Sun

once heard a wise man say there are no perfect men. only perfect intentions. bruce… i’m god. multiply your anger by about a hundred, kate, that’s how much he thinks he loves you. no, this is mount everest. you should flip on the discovery channel from time to time. but i guess you can’t now, being dead and all. i don’t think they tried to market it to the billionaire, spelunking, base-jumping crowd. i did the same thing to gandhi, he didn’t eat for three weeks. i now issue a new commandment: thou shalt do the dance. i now issue a new commandment: thou shalt do the dance. bruce… i’m god. that tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass. it only took me six days. same time it took the lord to make the world. bruce… i’m god. That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass. you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you. you measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you. the man likes to play chess; let’s get him some rocks. it only took me six days. same time it took the lord to make the world. i now issue a new commandment: thou shalt do the dance. mister wayne, if you don’t want to tell me exactly what you’re doing, when i’m asked, i don’t have to lie. but don’t think of me […]

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