So I doubt that this will be a “blog blog,” although I will write rather irregularly on this page about using my BA in Political Science to sling auto parts like colostomy bags, my affection for Charter Cable/On Demand, or distinct disdain for getting shit-canned by half the 2nd tier literary journals in the country. I may also choose to postulate borderline idiotic but plausible statements, for instance: the government invented aids, crack, and Cadillac as a war against the black community. Or that writers are better in bed than most humans; well, at least better at dirty talk (it only makes sense doesn’t it). And finally, I could, at any given time, say something serious, possibly worthwhile.
P.S. Yes, I am the brotha in the picture flexing his sometimes nihilistic attitude towards stereotypes with a piece of Chester’s Chicken wedged between his teeth.
Word.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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