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I think I have finally gotten off the song Angie. But probably won't be long before I go back to it.
School is starting on the 5th this year. Which means it will be 1 day earlier. When we first moved here, we didn't go back until the ending of August. Now, we have made almost a month earlier to that, and it sucks.
Were gonna go get some school stuff around in July, which is the day after tomorrow. I have to get a new bag, and some shoes. That's about it. But I would like a Doors band t-shirt. I would like a Sympathy For The Devil T Shirt. That would be pure awesome. I'd go to church just to wear it and piss them off, cause they wouldn't like it and that's what I want.
I will be getting some Jim Morrison converse. I hear their very comfortable.
I have am almost finished with my pictures of 16 x 10 icon pictures. It's pretty great. I have already done 4 and a Zeppelin one in there also. So this would be my second picture of them. I just can't resist making one of them again. I also am thinking of making a Beatles one. I am defiantly thinking of doing a Marc Bolan one.
On my screen right now I am doing a:
Pink Floyd collage
David Bowie collage
The Rolling Stones collage
Led Zeppelin collage
The Who collage
I am very close with the Stones one. It's more complete than the others. I had random icons of ones I find. I do set them as my background at times. I should make an Aerosmith one. Maybe even Queen. I have seen a lot of those icons just hanging around. I even made a ***** collage with macro'd pictures. I thought it was funny. Although I am gonna try my luck and make some pictures of slash. Maybe even a Keith/Mick background and include some lyrics.
I have been thinking about Syd Barret. A lot of people like to say without HorsefaceRoger Waters or David Gilmour there wouldn't be any Pink Floyd. I like to beg different. Without Barret, musicians like Roger or David wouldn't even exist. Nor would the idea of Pink Floyd wouldn't. Nor would Acid Rock or Prog Rock. They wouldn't even be known.
Roger Waters does look like a human horse. I mean, I don't know why! He has a resemblance. I end finding myself saying "Yiff Yiff" when he is on the telly. Or mentioning the glass eye. I think it's funny. No harm is intended. I just like to poke fun. I see the sessions with Barret and I see tons of pictures. Words like "Cam whore" or "My Space picture King" come into play. I just get this big image of him doing a lot of pictures. And posting them some where. Although he does look hot in them.
I wonder why sometimes how can Mick Jagger stay thin when he likes to eat after sex. I mean he eats a lot. How can he stay so thin? Maybe he practices bulimia and anorexia. Or just has a lot of sex with Brian and Kieth and/or Ronnie people.
I can see it now, food sex. And they use strawberries, whip cream and other stuff.
Here's part of a story that I have read while searching for some Stones fiction, and it was actually my first Keith.Mick/Brian story. I had been craving that pairing like a crack head does drugs crazy.
The night was sweltering. The heat seemed to penetrate everything. It was the kind of sleepy heat that made vinyl seats pinch your bare skin whenever you tried to move. The heat that made you wake up with a film of sweat already over your eyelids on the backs of your knees. The heat oozed in and plopped heavily on the floor, seeping into everything.
Mick got no respite from the heat in the usually cool dreams that flickered into his mind as he drifted to sleep. The entire bed was lit from the heat of their bodies. He knew he'd find no cool on the other side of the pillow as he had when he was younger. The bed probably glowed slightly from the heat being emitted. He brushed some of his matted hair from where it stuck to his face and pulled himself up against the hot headboard, panting lightly.
"I'm so hot," he complained, feeling the wood stick unpleasantly to the bare skin of his back.
From under the sweltering covers, a haystack of golden hair emerged, perched above the blue eyes and the toothy grin.
"You are," Brian said with a laugh.
Had the heat and sex not drained away his energy, he would have kicked the boy. Instead, he rested his head back on the top of the headboard and let out a sigh. Before anything else could be said, a dark head popped out from the covers, grinning as Brian had. Keith's dark hair was matted to his head, making--Mick noted--his ears seem to stick out even more than they normally did.
It was not an uncommon occurence for the three boys to end up bedding together. Sometimes in pairs but mostly in the way they were now. It seemed to be an inevitability that they'd grow tired of ******** each other's girlfriends and in turn just start ******** each other.
"What's got up your a**?" Keith queried, looking at his clearly uncomfortable expression.
"Me," Brian answered for him, smirking lightly.
"The ******** heat," Mick snapped back. "It's insane. And ******** here with this bleeding duvet is suffocating me!"
"Jesus Christ, you're dramatic."
"And your ears are too big for your head," he replied grumpily. "You look like Dumbo."
I had thought "JKHKJDHFKEWK THAT IS VERY HOT. I LOVE IT!" I had actually gotten my fix with that story.
Also: I LOVE this picture of Steven Tyler. I still would hit that. But Joe would brutally hurt me, because he would consider that as me trying to steal his man.
