Stevie Nicks has endured cocaine addiction, tranquilizer dependency, and a freakish gypsy-witch wardrobe, so she's better equipped than most people to handle the revelation that she's "inspiring" Johanna Pieterman's fruity airbrushed-van-caliber paintings. Still, it must be somewhat disturbing to see your disembodied head floating next to a wolf boyfriend, or posing in front of a flag with an angry eagle perched on what should be your shoulder, or ultimately being flanked by both jealous animal lovers. Then again, that's probably just like the Fleetwood Mac days.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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