Hey Ladies, What Reality Television show is this from “Nobody puts baby in the corner”. Find out this and other lame pick up lines in this addition of “Saved Admission”.
Scenes from the Hollyweird Cafe: The End
A flower sprouts, blooms, and fertilizes. The end can be seen as an end or the beginning and, as I hit the bricks outside the Hollyweird Cafe, I ponder, is this the end of my life at the Hollyweird Cafe or the beginning of my life in California day light, maybe both. As with the cards of the Major Arcana, the Fool’s journey waits at the end with rebirth.
Maybe I Am
Maybe, the reason is I wasn’t born into money.
I was never what you would call poor.
But my family was not extravagantly rich.
However, I always had enough
and more than I needed.
I have no understanding of the Status Quo.
I have no understanding of Art.
I have no understanding of Televised Reality.
I have no understanding of life itself.
But I could be a liar.
A Special Thanks
“um, back at ya?,,, and get back to work… I need more to read. : D” Once Upon A Rock’s comment on American NonFiction’s myspace page.
Comments like these make this job all worth while. Independent publishing is often a fickle lover and one who leaves you with a empty bed and deep desire. Yet, there are times when you get words like the comments above that uplift your spirits and gives you a swift kick in the pants. Thank you “Once Upon A Rock” we needed it.
As it is close to the end of the year and we are already handing out thanks, lets run down the list…
The Hip and the Hep
“How is Portsmouth””
“It’s so gross, everywhere you go there is nothing but Hipsters.”
“Hipsters have reached The Great White North?”
“Yeah…”
Jesus, the holy icon of religious rock-stars, what has happened to America? Where have we gone wrong? The obvious points in our deviation stand out in fashion fopas, Sharpie covered converse, and hand made culture clashing outfits. The spread of Hipsters into the nooks and crannies of our humble subculture has been all encompassing. We are in the new age, where the subculture has transformed into a inbred potpourri of pop culture.






