8 July 2011


"For example, if viewed as an "artist", David Bowie makes no sense at all. He seems to be little more than a perpetually spooked moth in slip-ons, sputtering, in a series of self-shaming leaps towards imagined relevance, from one swiftly guttering fad to another – grunge metal, drum and bass and having a skellington face. But imagine Bowie instead as a cunning lichen, an adaptive tuber or a semi-sentient mould, endlessly reshaping himself in search of the moisture of acclaim, and it is easy to understand him."

- Stewart Lee

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  1. I>C>E>|||T|||ish9:17 pm

    midnight
    living in am pm
    cooling drinking apple juice
    in evil's bm
    the sounds up loud to attract attention
    armorall tires on a lowered suspension
    the naughty to deal with
    alpine deck was glowing
    pumping big daddy
    the nigga was definitely flowing
    i was riding shotgun
    donald and hen in back
    looked through the tent
    recognized a jack
    two brothas stroll up
    talking 'bout get out
    donald d blazed
    shot one fool through his fucking mouth
    why would they step
    when they know we're strapped
    i never cruise l.a. without a gat in my lap
    the other fool shot
    caught hen g in the shoulderblade
    these mothafockas was ill
    they hadn't come to play
    shot them up
    i see one cop fall
    threw it in gear
    now i'm outta y'all

    now it's six in the morning

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  2. Anonymous6:40 pm

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