Man, you're taking this writing to a whole new level. The semi-surreal style captures the unprecedented evil oozing from almost every pore of the body politic. Great article, therefore The New Yorker, Ms., Rolling Stone, The Nation, and Village Voice wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. They're all captured and fake. This piece re…
Man, you're taking this writing to a whole new level. The semi-surreal style captures the unprecedented evil oozing from almost every pore of the body politic. Great article, therefore The New Yorker, Ms., Rolling Stone, The Nation, and Village Voice wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. They're all captured and fake. This piece reminds me of Jim Morrison & The Doors' "Texas Radio and The Big Beat"...
"Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"
Man, you're taking this writing to a whole new level. The semi-surreal style captures the unprecedented evil oozing from almost every pore of the body politic. Great article, therefore The New Yorker, Ms., Rolling Stone, The Nation, and Village Voice wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole. They're all captured and fake. This piece reminds me of Jim Morrison & The Doors' "Texas Radio and The Big Beat"...
"Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn"