eight miles high...

Love the fifties classic cars. Big Detroit iron. Big Muscle.
Things ain't like that anymore.
Just as well I suppose.
The planet cant support that level of intensity.
The movies were better then too.
All action and no navel gazing.
Zorba put me to sleep (3x) and I have never seen a woody allen job.
too creepy.
I like movies where a man has to do what a man has to do if ya know what I mean.
found a copy of Golden Earring the other day. Checked it out on the vinyl market and it just might be worth $32nz.
Wow!
I like the Byrds original version of Eight Miles High much better.
All the day trippers like the GE job because it went on and on and on!
longer faster stronger thicker whatever.
okay thats about all for now.
Love the new Late Show oepening credits; "from inside the solar system, across the galaxy and around the universe.
Felicia is still the greatest dame  of them all.
Cant stop thinking about teen suicide in New Zealand.
These kids have been 'used' by their parents like frigging accesories and then they have only one way out.
What a shame.
and all these would be counsellors who think they can do something by yapping about it.
Try looking at the fundamentals you frogs.
Most of you dont know anything and think your own thoughts are facts.
You just looking for co-depenednt realtionships without actually doing anything.
and.
More twaddle in the New Scientist from neuro-ethicist (?) Brian D Earp and author David robson opining on the subject of love.
Love is when a person lets down their personal ego barriers to let someone get close to them for whatever reason. Co-dependency is not love. It is a form of addiction and as everyone knows the primary goal of any addiction is to prevent the addict feeling their own thoughts and feelings. So go and chew on that and then come back with a real theory instead of scio-babble.