“....as a younger adult, I was taught that dreaming was possible by a poet cooked like so much minute rice, the one and only Jacuzzi Pete, who would gaze at the “dream” sign next to his spa and spin the most elegant verse into his blackberry. Sure, he occasionally revealed too much, including his admiration for some notorious Al Queda terrorists, but he always saved some sweet nothings for his unrequited love, one David Feeney. Whether we get infotainment, or brilliant bits via Feeney’s pages, this return is long awaited. As Childish Gambino showed us, America is a dark place. I yearn for the alternative that is the Shek Republic. You can call me Blaster Girl...”
Laxsoccerguy via Apple Podcasts ·
United States of America ·
06/02/18