Posted 11:49 AM by Brian McCloskey
MARCH 1991
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. What next time? Someone to open each and every door. Where does one go for the gravy? Goodnight Amy. Off-ground’s parley. Keeping Mrs. Dawson busy. Interestingly enough. I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. Looking through a glass onion. I want the one I can’t have and it’s driving me mad. Beating bushes out of the couples. A lot of the players will be wearing rubbers. Veins Minicorn. Her Majesty is under water. It’s so hard to be soft. I knew Beardsley when he was with Vancouver. She survived; he drowned.