Can anything ever, so beautiful, die? So sexy. So alive. So hot. So bright.
Lou Reed. John Lennon. Glenn Freye. Freddie. Bowie, Dylan, Keith and Mick.
All dying suns.
Shooting stars.
Burning always through night sky.
a journal of self-propelled dharma
Can anything ever, so beautiful, die? So sexy. So alive. So hot. So bright.
Lou Reed. John Lennon. Glenn Freye. Freddie. Bowie, Dylan, Keith and Mick.
All dying suns.
Shooting stars.
Burning always through night sky.
I was surprised to find out that David was 1 week away from taking his vows as a Buddhist monk (yes!), but his teacher told him that he would find more fulfillment as a singer. We all know how that went. This would explain his approach to his life.