quote:Originally posted by mockingbird May your names and memories be obliterated.
What's that, some kinda Hebrew-voodoo? Kabbala-abolishment? Hell, we're all alters anyway (although Buddha's Penis was once an actual thing, and JEB Stuart was somebody famous irl, a country singer I think) and lots of us seem to have forgotten it, so your wish might have already come true.
Speaking of the Stuarts, my name and memory were obliterated during the disco era and I'm sure it was because Rod Stewart asked me if I thought he was sexy. (The answer was "no.")
Either the idea (and the music, along with the Rolling Stones "Miss You") was so fucking repugnant that my brain performed a somersault inside my skull to keep my dick from shriveling permanently at the very idea, or that blue powder I snorted with that blonde dancin' queen between sets in the women's restroom at the Skylight Lounge actually was Comet cleanser. I forget which. Forget what? See?