F*#k Da Po
Don't you just hate it when you're so angry that you just have to express yourself to the world and you run out of paint? And then some mis-spelling bourgeoisie douche bag with plenty of beautiful clear flowing paint has to come along and be all ironically snarky? Some days it's hardly worth it I tell ya. From outside the club in Seattle.
I had a rather unpleasant experience in the Polouse itself, so yea fug it.
ReplyDeleteIt's a rather weird piece of landscape, the Polouse. All of the wheat in the world probably comes from there. It sounds like maybe you managed to avoid it.