This is like an online notebook, this stuff is not finished or often even started properly.

Culture

How much culture ?
I haven’t moved for two days
My feet well oiled in the floors dirt
My eyes well baked
Absorbing ever faster
Beating at the keyboard
Digging
Digging
A new film every hour
A new band every day
New ideas
Drowning in vitamins
As over nourished and thick and heady
As the skunk I smoke
To keep my anchored
To this portal
Where time is laid out flat
And ideas are all equally praised and attacked
Where academics come to die
Where books come to burn
And idiocy takes hold
And beauty strangles itself.

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