that's right

i'm working on the rewrite

(all right)

gonna take the title

and throw it in the trash

gonna change the ending

and turn it into cash.

PS: thanx mr. simon

(lookey that-we share a 1st name and initials)

PSS: P. S. i love you (john lennon)

PSSS: y tu misters king, irving & brooks

(sounds like a regal, legal & serene team)

you inspire me.

{not you, bobby z.- i love you

but

your brilliance intimidates}

P (how many now?) S:

there's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
you didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done,
in the final end he won the wars
after losin' every battle.
(idiot wind)

or

don't need the weatherman to tell me which way the wind blows...


take a

stand...


set free your bears...

google mr. brooks