New Plan

Shit is getting too slept on. I was afraid of fucking up in public. Then I realized that was the point. Besides, in a few more years everything is going to collapse and all this will get lost in a global war between Google and Wal-Mart. The only literate survivors will be Indian tech support guys who probably speak better English than I do anyways. Hopefully, they'll have the good sense to read someone who remembers how commas and semicolons are supposed to work instead of my shit.

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"I'll probably never produce a masterpiece, but so what? I feel I have a Sound aborning, which is my own, and that Sound if erratic is still my greatest pride, because I would rather write like a dancer shaking my ass to boogaloo inside my head, and perhaps reach only readers who like to use books to shake their asses, than to be or write for the man cloistered in a closet somewhere reading Aeschylus while this stupefying world careens crazily past his waxy windows toward its last raving sooty feedback pirouette." --Lester Bangs