Well tonight that old full moon is out shining bright
And it’s eighty degrees in the winter
It’s a typical dream for the Malibu scene
Confusion along with the glitter
This is the life if there’s any at all
From January clear to Decemner
So let’s have a toast as we cruise down the coast
‘Cause these are the days to remember.
This Malibu scene has its own way of life
It rivals a dream full of colors
If you don’t have a horse you can ride in your Porsche
If yours is not there take your mother’s
This is the life if there’s any at all
So few can enjoy all the splendor
So let’s have a toast as we cruise down the coast
And forget all the things we surrender.
Malibu’s known for its own way of life
Malibu’s known for the sun
Malibu could be the dream of your life
If the spirit and you are at one.
This Malibu scene has its own way of life
It’s mellow and kick-back and easy
You’re lucky if you are among just the few
Who don’t have to live in the city
Malibu’s known for its own way of life
Mountains, blue sky, and the ocean
So lets have a toast as we cruise down the coast
It’s such a magical marvelous potion.
Malibu’s known for its own way of life
Malibu’s known for the sun
But if Malibu’s all you achieve in your life
Then tomorrow you’re walking alone
And you’ve still got a long way to go…
Filed under: Uncategorized on March 8th, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Someone bought me these groovy bookends. They looked great for a while untill the paint started to chip. Now they’ve gone from bookedns to lawn ornaments.
Filed under: Random crap, Photos on July 23rd, 2003 | 4 Comments »
It’s things like this that make me feel one with the outsiders of Topanga
Filed under: Photos on July 21st, 2003 | 2 Comments »
And milk-white and hungry as the moon
The girls of morning laugh.
And milk-white and mist-shrouded fall.
And the mountain trembles like a buttock.
“The rangers are lurking, seething with hatred
For the holdouts,” sez Baretta our watch-out.
“Fuck them!” sez I. “Let’s not generate that reality-
Let’s fuck while Rome burns!”
And Rome burns like a traffic flare on PCH.
And Babylon stands naked straddling the City of Angels.
She is thirsty for hippie-blood, ours.
Every minute is a diamond, hours are tiaras.
Like a beautiful woman dying of cancer
Our village counts the days,
Each a gift of infinite pleasure.
Is anything sweeter than another empty day?
And Love has no value but is value, not a means to
measure;
A community is bound together by that stuff.
And every tree and chimney, a pin for placement of this
web of love.
And every heart, a spider.
Filed under: Poems, Random crap on July 20th, 2003 | 2 Comments »
Baretta complains about having rat problems. he says they’re all over the place. It could have to do with the fact that he lives in a shed. He’s writing a book about all the times he’s killed the little varmints. He’s having me draw these gnarly pictures for it.
Filed under: Uncategorized on July 17th, 2003 | 2 Comments »
august 19
8 pm till forever
Featuring:
Bio-Mechanical Rotating DJ’s,
Norton wisdom and his magic box,
old degenerates,
and more…
Filed under: Random crap, events on July 13th, 2003 | 4 Comments »
This tree is amazing. It has been here like forever. what if it could talk? Think of the stories it would tell.
Filed under: Random crap, Photos on July 7th, 2003 | 4 Comments »
Untitled (written in sand)
The ocean
Nature, God-
Oh yeah,
I forgot!
Filed under: Poems, Random crap on June 14th, 2003 | 1 Comment »
So i’ve finally joined the world of technology.
Filed under: Random crap on June 10th, 2003 | No Comments »
