He says the brown liquor is killing him....
My office got hold of an advance copy of Esperanza Peters' new album, tentatively titled "I'm Just a Hard-ass Ni**er." More of the ongoing tete-a-tete between man and his brown liquor. I was reminding the classic line from another artists, "she thinks all that glitters is gold." For there is so much sparkle to be had at the dollar store, as it were, such is the way, the very dichotomy of the thing, that he may yet find his dreams and nightmares as it were, writ large in the sky.
These things we do, these we enjoy, for a time, with its own little patch of season somehow reserved in the natural order.
I noted Binocle wasn't naked this year at the Grammy's, presumably because she wasn't singing; otherwise, she would beckon us to "know her".
The third Angel said, "come and see".
And behold, the stolid dictastor has ordered-up fountains of blood for all the secret bases.
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