Music Commentary--Creative Writing--Cultural Hilarity





"What if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles?"--Neil Postman






Sunday, April 1, 2012

Money Is Anything

Once, you told me

When the sky closes for the night

Over that river, you know, the one with the fast food wrappers,

It feels a lot like the last track of With the Beatles.

That’s all I wanted.

To hear.


By: Jake Adams

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