Friday, August 30, 2013


Easier or harder to live through than to write about, who knows, but this summer, beginning to end, was a dirty bomb explosion -- blast, infection, infarction -- until just a short moment ago.

Get thee behind me.

I was nice once, now I'm not.

I used to be abstract, now I'm obscure.

The Who -- We're Not Gonna Take It (Link)

Bob Dylan -- Caribbean Wind (Link) 

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