I didn't think of that, but then again, I don't think about Bowie all too much. But his writing has always reminded me of yours, in some way--what d'you say...
I can only imagine Dick Cheany sitting infront of the TV late at night, flipping channels, and suddenly noticing something on VH1... it just seems to wake him up from his half-dead zombie mode. He sees that wild perfectly styled hair, the tight pants, and the loads of glitter. He cannot help it... he calls his lesbian daughter and says "Honey, I finally understand you... we have to let all the children boogy!"
...Wonder what it'd do for his daughter. I knew a guy with a boat who'd be oystering on the creek that ol' Dickface lives on... he gets chased and followed by the coast guard every time he retrieves his crap traps and goes to his oyster reefs.... Some funny shit has happened with the whole situation in the past... but he's so damn paranoid that he's basically sectioned off that portion of the Potomac river and fishermen can't get to their areas, at times. (This is in Maryland, by the way)
If I were a straight male, I can tell you Bowie would DEFINITELY make me question my sexuality. Without a doubt. :H
