“And there goes the Challenger, being chased by the blue, blue meanies on wheels. The vicious traffic squad cars are after our lone driver, the last American hero, the electric centaur, the, the demi-god, the super driver of the golden west! Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind the beautiful lone driver. The police numbers are gettin’ closer, closer, closer to our soul hero, in his soul mobile, yeah baby! They about to strike. They gonna get him. Smash him. Rape… the last beautiful free soul on this planet.”
communicate + notes
Often the world overwhelms me in ways that are difficult to describe. I have only two catharses in this world and sadly they are absolute vices; women and writing. Here you can find the the work that comes from excising my neuron pathways.