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I'm pretty sure Charlie Sheen is immortal. Speaking of immortals, maybe Xtina, Justin Timberlake, Method Man and Dave Matthews, under the tutelage of Iggy Pop, will finally drive a stake through the heart of David Bowie. Or maybe a steak.
Look, I'm sorry. I think maybe the pilot light's blown out on my oven or something, I've been having these vivid images of characters-out-of-context for days.
I heard about George Plimpton on the radio this afternoon and thought they said George Clinton. I got upset for a minute. But then they start talking about all that literary Prince of Darkness stuff and calmed down. |
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