“And if we are all truly this alone does one get tired of trying to find a connection and instead compromise for a cynical acceptance– or do we separate our worlds and persons into complete bliss and utter terror… leaving a large middle for those days in between? Do we drown in routine or in utter chaos? or do we stay in the larger middle leaving bliss and hell for the poets and crazies…..?” -SBB
Alt77: Hot Rod Stigmata
There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough
December 25, 2020
