A place of derelict conventions where I tell you what is right, what is wrong, and laugh at your opinions. My idea of journalistic vehement is whirling around in a cesspool of bad metaphors and drunken rants, the latter of which you will encounter as time (our old friend) continues to unravel the fateful journey of life itself. Where glamour and artifice juxtapose and music shapes meaning.
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