Into the hole of the monster of the beast we have fallen, unto the whole goodnight
Edward Kienholz, Backseat 38 Dodge (1964) Detail
All that dirty dirt making time with your Coca-Cola commentary is another little piece of something making Mathew Barney look like a fascist humming, Born in the USA for a soup kitchen in Miami. The rest of us, we continue hanging our laundry in the first pages of the novel unnoticed. Good bye, Sir. You were Brave in your back-seat ways.