Monday, June 30, 2003

mr. arthur mitchell (sic sp?), ain't that the harlem dance boy? i have heard he would like his kingdom to die with him and i hope he gets his wish. it is a bad business, torturing teenagers to a mythical standard of cheese. pimping the sadass aesthetic of parisian tawdry. when ya'll visit america you should skip the lowlife ballet shit and go straight for the merce capering through the east village hallway, bob rauschenberg bounding after in clothes hanger wire buffalo headress. it is alexander and clyde romping upon the purple prairie. what if skull and bones practices some weird keynsian kabbalah kulturkampf voodoo and 9/11 was a planned decelerator? that windsor woman was worried that everything was too out of control and first she had that bitch diana whacked and then she and barbara negotiated a 'necessary cultural correction'. the streets outside lined with moving vans. these poor suitchildren round here picked the wrong friends. beagle the suit and koo the popstar/new dialectic/ponder 12:50:41 PM    comment []