amongst the pages of a puerile vanity fair, lurking in the sludge of a supreme and the white trash dreams of pre-teen screams for montana’s hanna, amidst the mysteries of “paul is dead” and “does suri exist?” slithers the embodiment of the soulless american expression of the proverbial one trick pony and a prostituted vision […]

promethean as well as pandoran, the alchemical prowess of a swiss chemist evinced that the keys of heaven were not to unlock the sky but the mind. “if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite.”

ere it was not required to ball room dance, to skate upon the ice, to deign an apprenticeship, to survive a manufactured natural state, to rehabilitate, to abracadabra, to reveal a hidden talent, to attend boot camp, to mole, or to taste or rock love but merely to allow mr. kotter combat gopher amongst the […]

“people, i just want to say, you know, can we all get along?“ unequivically the answer is “no” if a fraternal bond is shared between your guitarist and vocalist while happening to be a black crowe, oasis or kink. again there be a “nay” if your brothers bee gibb whereas the deleos and maddens carry […]

stone temple pilots…they needed the money! van halen…they needed the money! the police…they needed the money! the eagles…they needed the money! robin finck…he needed the money! genesis…they needed the money! motley crue…they needed the money! the pixies…they needed the money! billy corgan…he needed the money! the spice girls…they needed the money! rage against the machine…they […]