YOU CAN'T...

...always get what you want. No matter what people have to say against longevity and for retirement, you have to admire the the stick-to-it-ive-ness of the Stones and U2. Make that money, bitches. Do what ya gotta.

on a tenuously related note-

i'm listening to a rather dated hip-hop song.
poor aaliyah and her need for much luggage.
bitches need to travel light, and not charter small planes.
small, chartered flights are a rock'n'roll cliche.

and associations with he who put the "R" in R&B,
will end up poorly (as in kiddie porno).
I'm just sayin'...

***
and so, again,
you won't get what you want tonight,
you won't have that chat,
you won't have that kiss,
you won't find the hard work, the validation.
or, you will, but it won't be good enough,
because someone told you so.


it's good, anyway, because you aren't ready, anyway.
and the people all know; all are watching.
curious and anxious.
it's snowing. and no matter what
you think is going on you aren't aware of
all the kisses.

some kisses are hidden.
they still burn, though.
and you will still act
like you know people.