[a quick check-list]:
How have relations with your peers been as of late?
Have any of your friends seemed distant, unavailable? Perhaps a bit stand off-ish?
Or even worse: has anyone begun to treat you with suspicion? Spoken to you with a distrusting tone?
Conducted a rash & volatile act upon your arrival—say, for example, the frenetic strumming of an
acoustic guitar to the tune of a [quote] “power ballad”? &—if dare say that be the case—was
aforementioned ::SHUDDER:: stadium serenade coupled with an egregiously off-key
rendition of lyrics such as “Don’t Stop Believin’”?
(Stop. Believing. What?!)
Quite frankly, do you feel as if your interests incite an impending sense of moral panic?
Are you persecuted… for your taste in music?
In †hee Name Ov DELTΔ DELTΔ DELTΔ‘s Sacred †ri-Force
(an equal opportunity destroyer: for the xx, xy & x”whatever”/transitioning set),
TRUST: We understand.
S’all there is to it.
So what’s a budding hex-head to do?
For such matters, we consult…
Just as I expected:
is T H E E . A N S W E R .
— for his —
Prolific updates, finger not just on the proverbial “pulse” or clichéd “trigger,” but rather the plunger of a 1 cc mainlining psychostimulant drogas directly from that four-chambered metronome nestled within one’s ribcage to the pleasure center of readers’ brains, flooding dopamines in a tsunami of methamphetamaniacuphoria, burning serotonin at such a deliciously dangerous–& dangerously delicious–rapid-fire rate, it’s been rumored that the back of some readers’ skulls have been blown open as if their pupils bulls-eyed all six chambers and short-circuited before the spinning even began: no need for the thrill of Russian Roulette when Fokkawolfe’s here EFFING. KILLING. IT.
[ & the rat-tat-tat-tat of exclamation points forage ahead, slaughtering daughters & posting cyanide-laced syllables that cement those blandular brooklyn blogs deeper, deeper still into the myopic 'no maan, nobody's doing that/this is how it is' mentality in which they're mired (though not admired) . . . ]
Whatever higher powers may be,
INORDINATE AMOUNTS OF GRATITUDE TO ± FOKKAWOLFE ±
[ also known as Laurence Conrad ]
Seriously? But SERIOUSLY boss…
Totes the stokage you exist!
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