My Green Kryptonite  

KMA5 40M
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1/16/2006 4:39 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

My Green Kryptonite

Like the Blue Boyscout there is definitely a substance in this world that saps my power and eventually wil make me lifeless and pliable.
Music, sweet music; so many things have been done to me while under the influence some Teddy Pendagrass, a little Barry White and anybody from the "Time of Tastefull" who didn't fall in the mainstream cesspool and turn up covered in suckiness **cough*Mariah Carey*cough** Something in my throat, sorry. I just hate when people with so much talent and the potential for legendary status feel that they are above era adaption and opt for a total negative reconstruction.
Any-hoo, the good stuff never fails. I start to sing along, my vision gets fuzzy and if there is a stream of songs, I probably won't regain any type of control. This weekend I went out and it was oldies night. I had a good time with a few folks I shouldn't have had fun with. Neither lady was anyone I would usually sleep with even after a shitload of drinks; they were just drinking buddies and ******** already called me plenty of times just to say hi. It would have rocked under different circumstances; this was definitely not a consequence free action. I don't like being that helpless. Damn you, Motown!!
I don't know which premis this sits under. I still prefer the book/movie where this stuff actually kills him. In "Smallville" even after a long time, he still wiggles. I only remember wiggling to get out of bed.


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