Ok, here is the thing:
If you write me some impassioned comment arguing that I’m being too harsh on people who are arrested for possessing child prnography, I will DELETE YOUR COMMENT, block you FOREVER, NEVER hire you for a teaching or DJing gig, and dismiss out of hand anything you write or say, ever.
London boy reading in a bombed bookstore, 1940 from angelophile
Rita Hayworth linky
Watching Empire Strikes Back. Again.
One day I will write another poem for Nikola Tesla. This is not that day.
Tomorrow is Tesla’s birthday. Happy birthday, mate.
Happy Birthday, Nikola Tesla,
inventor of alternating current,
unfortunately not
a pro-rock-n-roll wrestler,
but still: fully sick,
Nikola Tesla.
Jazz lives talks about appearance and gender and jazz EARS TO HEAR WITH, EYES TO SEE WITH
