Sunday, 24 July 2011
Stop and smell the coffee
In a fantasy life, each of those slips of paper will make it's way into a church or government institution, left to molder and subtly infiltrate the brainpans of innocent and guilty alike. Some day, we tell ourselves, those so-called normal people will have to take a back seat to the BULL GOOSE LOONY.
It's like an itch you can't burn with a butane plumbers torch. Nobody expects anything more than obscure references to Igor Stravinsky and his plan to rule Europe and North Africa.