Is there anything quite as dreadful as those glossy coffee table books that aim to give a wide lense look at a subject? Besides motherfucking holy books? Waste of fucking trees. I prefer the written word to the photograph. Like the difference between betting on the horses and betting on slot machines, the written word leaves to you the power and the glory of your imagination.
Recently added to the growing list of Fellow Motherfuckers is Bring A Nickel. The authour has a keen eye and an equally keen way of transferring what she sees into the world's best language: English.
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