The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Art of the Centerfold #7

Kathy Douglas
(Miss October, 1960)


-ms jumbled mind- said...

doesnt her arms look kinda ANYWAY..she's a I think hairy arms don't really matter :P

Brent McKee said...

Who cares about hairy arms, I think I'm in love. Doctor can the TARDIS take me back to 1960?

swac said...

Playboy: Home of the Blue Cups!

(Also doesn't care about hairy arms.)

Professor Batty said...

...rejoicing in her mammalian heritage- and probably not shaved either-or is that only a shadow by the edge of the towel?