“Hearken unto me, for I am Queen of the Jam. I shall play all night: the moon’s lullaby, and the sun’s reveille.”
“Oh, c’mon! Katy, did–”
“Mrs. Katy Jean.”
“–everyone dose you again? I wrote the most passive-aggressive email to everyone about this.”
“I have dosed myself.”
…
“Oh, this is a fun development.”
“The LSD has shown me so much, Young John Mayer.”
“Number one: don’t call me that; number two: I am six years older than you.”
“I have always existed. Energy can be neither–”
“Don’t start with the energy bullshit.”
“THE UNIVERSE FLOWS THROUGH MY LADYTHING!”
…
CELL PHONE NOISE
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Weir here.”
“Hey, Bobby.”
“What’s up, Jump?”
“Could you stop–Jump isn’t even a name, man–anyway, could you stop giving Katy acid, please?”
“Oh, I haven’t given her any acid.”
“No?”
“No, I sold it to her.”
“Goddammit.”
“Hey: stuff’s expensive, man.”
“HURRICANES AND GALAXIES LOOK THE SAME AND THAT IS SIGNIFICANT, MAN!”
“All right: I’m calling a band meeting.”
“We have meetings?”
Ummm, have you noticed the handy rock star utensil around his neck? Wonder if he has one of these gold plated versions?
http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2007/02/16/505833/CokeSpoon2.jpg
That must be something else. It couldn’t be…
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that flower looks like a poppy?
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