I just got through watching the Mark Twain Award special posthumously honoring George Carlin.
Man, do I miss that guy. Really. It really makes me appreciate the meaning of the phrase “There’ll never be another…”
On the bright side, his legacy serves to remind me that not getting bowled over, subdued, suffocated, torn apart and thrown aside by all the various bullshit peddlers out there takes real work. It makes me want to put my brain on a treadmill. Get it in shape. Fighting shape.
LOVE the label “FUCK”and yes, certain artists make me want to take back my brain. but i often kick it under the couch when i’m not paying attention and then spend the next 5 months trying to find it.comment moderation word: squise