Rome is burning,” he said as he poured himself another drink.”Yet here I am knee deep in a river of pussy.”
“Here it comes,” she thought, “another self-indulgent whiskey soaked diatribe about how fucking great everything was in the past, and how all us poor souls born too late to see The Stones at wherever or snort the good coke at studio 54, well we’d all just missed out on practically everything worth living for.” And the worst part was, she agreed with him.
“Here we are,” she thought, “at the edge of the world; the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything that we keep falling in to each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.
“Here it comes,” she thought, “another self-indulgent whiskey soaked diatribe about how fucking great everything was in the past, and how all us poor souls born too late to see The Stones at wherever or snort the good coke at studio 54, well we’d all just missed out on practically everything worth living for.” And the worst part was, she agreed with him.
“Here we are,” she thought, “at the edge of the world; the very edge of western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything that we keep falling in to each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.
– Californication
