Saturday, January 07, 2006
christmas, part 3
Holy fucking shit! I don't fucking believe I forgot this.
Please my dear reader, allow me to yet again indulge your forgiveness, for I fear I must confess that I have been terribly remiss in my duties.
You see, my dear reader, (and I offer no excuses, only explanations) I was so caught up in my own personal jihad (probably a rather crass or insensitive word choice given the current subject matter, yet like you my dear reader, I too strive to find my way closer to Fine) against The Great Celebration of Commerce, that I sorrowfully neglected to share something with you.
So again, I offer humblest apologies.
Thanks to a friend, I have discovered a wonderful rant on the subject at hand. It was my intention to share this weeks ago.
It is a rant by an artist who works in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay.
Truly special, truly wonderful, not to be missed.
I proudly present:
Fuck Christmas
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Please my dear reader, allow me to yet again indulge your forgiveness, for I fear I must confess that I have been terribly remiss in my duties.
You see, my dear reader, (and I offer no excuses, only explanations) I was so caught up in my own personal jihad (probably a rather crass or insensitive word choice given the current subject matter, yet like you my dear reader, I too strive to find my way closer to Fine) against The Great Celebration of Commerce, that I sorrowfully neglected to share something with you.
So again, I offer humblest apologies.
Thanks to a friend, I have discovered a wonderful rant on the subject at hand. It was my intention to share this weeks ago.
It is a rant by an artist who works in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay.
Truly special, truly wonderful, not to be missed.
I proudly present:
Fuck Christmas
|
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