You can sense a liminal space in front of you, still redolent of that sad sack, but supernova blurry, inchoate, circumscribed by physical matter not yet understood, silent but for the meteoric tails of lonesome pedal steel and shimmery tremolo arcing across interstellar space.
Pretty fucking incredible, huh? Yeah, just take it in for a second.
The blog is archaic. Like records. Like books. Like words on a page.
Information now arrives through a sixth sense, subverting consciousness, via a heretofore vestigial organ located just under your third nipple. In fact it might be your third nipple.
This space will build like a cello suite to a mellifluous refrain of pictures and words. So tune your nipple to Johnnycomelately. Less content, more filling. All grass-fed beef. 100% awesome.
I have slept with beauty
in my own weird way
and i have made a hungry scene or two
with beauty in my bed
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti