...is about Star Wars. So, I'll give this over to a finer hand:
Fuck You, mister,
Fuck your sister,
Fuck your brother,
Fuck your mother,
Fuck your pop--
Hey! I'm a cop!
- I'm a Cop, by Thomas Pynchon
Sign (one of many) that he's postmodern: He left out "Fuck your uncle".
That little ditty's not directed at anyone. I'm not rattling off aggression. It just makes me smile.
That's all I got fer right now, folks, and the Camino browser recognises neither the spelling of Pynchon or Camino. It also, tellingly, doesn't recognise postmodern.
I will say this, I'm rumblin' some funnies deep down somewhere. I sense it when my trick knee starts achin'. Kinda like when there's a hard rain comin'. Hard rain's comin', and that always leads to some funny. Watch this space.
Lend Me Your Ears and I'll Sing You a Song: Across the Universe, The Lives of Others, Out of the Past
Dance, Too Much Smarty in the Pants: Gore Vidal - United States: Essays
Oh My God, That's the Funky Shit: Alex Metric
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