but it is an excellent metaphor for the meat industry, or Flash movie primers on the ABCs of murder buxx that use The Matrix as organizing principle.
Since David Carr (who we know nothing about) declared Killing Joke an "of-the-moment" band in The New York Times this weekend (no link, because it will simply become a shill page in a week), we will soon post the diary-stee Killing Joke timeline produced, by-product-stee (much like head cheese or fuel oil) while writing the Voice piece. (No link because we hate our computer so much/right/now.)
Grand jury: some fucking rubber stamp, tax-wasting, stacked deck bull ISH.
Today, the picture below. Tomorrow, the rug above, a meditation on aestheticks and homemade dialectics.
Posted by Sasha at November 10, 2003 02:27 PM | TrackBack