A Buncha Fuckin Bond Traders
marxish theory, my personal musical canon, attempts (essays?) at belletrist-ism, the occasional bit of humor, commentary, critique, etc. trying to manage, contra Elvis Costello, being disgusted and amused at once. we'll see
i won't say 'no', how could i? (i absolutely will; can it, Moz, ya Rousseauvian Romantic, you!)
November 10, 2011
, reblog dis!
dead air um dead air