RIP Papa Hemingway.

"A writer's job is to be the spectator who hopes he can see more of the game and try to make sense of it." ~ Alexander Baron

"You mean like letting an old pouf smack you for money?... it's just a service." ~ Derek Raymond

Watching Julian Schnabel's Basquiat.

The Sick Rose by William Blake

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

They put on a terrifying live show.

Featuring the Flaming Lips.

This is why they call him "The Boss".

Sui Generis

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