...I used to be a writer; I used to be a musician. Who am I now? Where am I?
When I was a writer, I used to travel to international conferences. When I was a musician, my songs played on FM radio, and they were loved by all sorts of sad, sexually frustrated girls, since the songs were written from a woman’s perspective and were about how a woman’s genitalia cannot tolerate emptiness, and if there is emptiness there after all, then the girl feels sad…)) Naturally, this was phrased differently, veiled, and sounded like “Great Pop Poetry,” ah-hah…))
I was once a widower. I was once a little boy. Who knows who else I’ve ever been?)) Who I am now—that is the question!)) But I’m not sure I’m even interested in the answer…”
(c) Peter Stone/Pyotr Kamen, “The Naked Truth, or PMS.”
Strictly speaking, our task is simple: we are distributors of True Beauty and heralds of the New Free World, free of all that morally outdated, stifling bullshit (aka the so-called “shit of our an
