Monday, July 10, 2006

some dizzy whore, 1804

Hey guys, check it out, it's Morrissey reading Byron in the bath. And Morrissey's bathmat, which reads, "THERE IS A LIGHT THAT NEVER GOES OUT." Morrissey, pompadour rustling in the wind, being handed a package wrapped in plain brown paper by a very happy little boy. Morrissey mooning through the snowy streets of smalltown America wearing a giant black overcoat (and walking kind of like the Sheriff in Deadwood). Morrissey reading Le Petit Prince on a street-corner. Morrissey snapping a photo of the Dairy Queen. Morrissey in a hat at a drugstore counter. Morrissey on a motorcycle (a white Indian, natch). Morrissey defacing private property. Morrissey in glasses, mooning on a windowsill, his camera gazing at him wistfully. Morrissey in the country. Morrissey sitting on a haystack. Morrissey driving a red tractor. Morrissey banging a drum, encircled by cows. Morrissey mooning in a cemetery, Morrissey carrying a large dog through the snow, Morrissey mooning in a cemetery, Morrissey mooning in a cemetery, James Dean's giant transparent head, Morrissey mooning in a cemetery.


An idle question: if Wilde beats Keats and Yeats, do you think Byron beats Wilde? And wouldn't that be a much cooler game than rock-paper-scissors?

1 Comments:

At 9:03 PM PDT, Blogger idler king said...

Pre-gaol Wilde beats Byron in aphorisms and (possibly) a footrace; incarcerated and post-gaol Wilde wins in heart-rending penitence. Byron trumps otherwise.

Isn't it neat just to make assertions?

I liked the part of the video where Morrissey is very happy forever.

 

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