June 2008
25 posts
Untitled.
She said, “We don’t talk about Cobra City,” and then, turning up the radio, squinted her eyes, looked at me and remarked, “my eyeballs are stars around which entire rooms revolve.”He knew the axis of her madness and so knew her to be accurate on this point.But accuracy and moral grounding are each other’s angry neighbors.“Get in the car, we’re going...
May 2008
6 posts
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This man and his songs.
Despite the lyrics not...
a snowballing ball of string.
Could the internet be ending the linear nature of human cultural history and repackaging our cultural history as a snowballing ball of string?
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