i'd never noticed how festive disco is. the 70s are often portrayed as this bleak, depressing time, and sure, there was the oil shit and vietnam and the black panthers getting assasinated but you've got pretty much the same thing nowadays. we've got the big cars, just like they did. what we don't have is a sexual revolution and lady snow parties and the birth of hip-hop. mean streets. bruce lee.
the way the economy is going, it's going to be tough to stay straight in the states. i've got to have a plan. mama's not seeing a nine to five.
blegging, anyone?
actually, i have nothing against these folks. i'm not above the scramble: just not for fives or tens--that's not worth my time.
a plan, i need a plan
(first we take manhattan)
i've got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
(then we take berlin)
what about blogshares? is that the next evolution? like david bowie issuing stock in his...
(what? person? fame? talent?)
america needs more disposable heroes. more reality TV. more organic chocolate and pink icing endings. more extreme close-ups, more tears and humiliation. more pimple constellation foreheads. more upright make-up coated muscle racks.
america eats its young but not before its young eat america
blogs are a crop that will be harvested.
tell me, party people
do you feel yourself being blindfolded
as you line up for your rapid fire fifteen minutes?
do you love plastic idols like i do?
tell me,
are you also sliding across the surface of things?
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