Mark wrote up a bunch of Espresso Stories based off Lady Gaga's new album Born This Way... here they are!
--Patti
Premier Moon gives me more hope than Junkie Sun – why would anyone marry the night?
When Lady GaGa wrote her song – she didn’t ask whether I wanted to be born this way.
I love when the best of the best are more corrupt than the worst of the worst.
Where would we be without Judas? Without the completion of the prophecy of life. Where would we be without Jesus? We’d have made our own prophecy.
She doesn’t speak our language, only our actions. Let’s kill her.
And as he drew a slanting cut across his hair with those ever-sharp scissors, he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt compelled to do so.
You know you’re the shit when marijuana isn’t good enough.
Remember the day when dancing was only okay when your penis wasn’t grinding against my butthole? I don’t.
And as they walked on stage, he would only watch. ‘We’re here to honor the best of the best’. Forever he would think long and hard about why the bad kids got no recognition.
‘That wasn’t the answer I was expecting.’ Love still lingered in the air, twisting threads in her hair. ‘Sorry.’
I want a man who likes heavy metal and hot chicks. The most masculine are always the gayest.
‘Let’s get married in a rock n’ roll chapel.’ ‘why?’ ‘So god’ll never steal you from me.’
Relationship Status: it’s complicated. I can just imagine you saying it over and over and over. ‘you and I you and I you and I’. two words never to be conjoined.
I’m on the edge, and you better be worth falling for.
--Mark
--Patti
Premier Moon gives me more hope than Junkie Sun – why would anyone marry the night?
When Lady GaGa wrote her song – she didn’t ask whether I wanted to be born this way.
I love when the best of the best are more corrupt than the worst of the worst.
Where would we be without Judas? Without the completion of the prophecy of life. Where would we be without Jesus? We’d have made our own prophecy.
She doesn’t speak our language, only our actions. Let’s kill her.
And as he drew a slanting cut across his hair with those ever-sharp scissors, he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt compelled to do so.
You know you’re the shit when marijuana isn’t good enough.
Remember the day when dancing was only okay when your penis wasn’t grinding against my butthole? I don’t.
And as they walked on stage, he would only watch. ‘We’re here to honor the best of the best’. Forever he would think long and hard about why the bad kids got no recognition.
‘That wasn’t the answer I was expecting.’ Love still lingered in the air, twisting threads in her hair. ‘Sorry.’
I want a man who likes heavy metal and hot chicks. The most masculine are always the gayest.
‘Let’s get married in a rock n’ roll chapel.’ ‘why?’ ‘So god’ll never steal you from me.’
Relationship Status: it’s complicated. I can just imagine you saying it over and over and over. ‘you and I you and I you and I’. two words never to be conjoined.
I’m on the edge, and you better be worth falling for.
--Mark
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