This is Cultural-War Melodrama. Introducing the fearless Dewey Lightfoot. His brain dagger slits and garrotes. Rapier wit. Clever honesty. No apologies. No qualms. Just mores. Just punx. Hitting hard. Pulling no punches. Few sacred cows. He will refund your money if you don’t laugh, cry, shudder so hard you flatline.
The dog-eyed cult of rapture (and the road to prosperity).
In landlessness alone
resides the highest truth,
shoreless,
indefinite
as God.
I,Dewey,
was one of that crew;
my shouts had gone
up with the rest.
A wild, mystical, sympathetical
feeling was in me;
Sovereign’s quenchless feud
seemed mine.
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