well, it’s not as catchy as Mr. Glass’s number, but it’s jocular and genteel and i think it’s quite a sweet critical response. this could be the start of a beautiful feudship!
I’m certainly happy for the Boothman-cunt to become a friend of this site, should he desire to be so, which would be remarkable given his introduction to it in the first place, but (as he himself did lazily lyrically conjure in his riposte to Glass-cunt) let us not mistake a spade for the latest exhibition in the Tate Modern turbine hall.
The rap is more beetroot than beat: purple, stinky, staining and novel. At a small stretch it might be considered classy; the band will snap to define it as “very” such.
well, it’s not as catchy as Mr. Glass’s number, but it’s jocular and genteel and i think it’s quite a sweet critical response. this could be the start of a beautiful feudship!
Very classy, hey?
Hm…
I’m certainly happy for the Boothman-cunt to become a friend of this site, should he desire to be so, which would be remarkable given his introduction to it in the first place, but (as he himself did lazily lyrically conjure in his riposte to Glass-cunt) let us not mistake a spade for the latest exhibition in the Tate Modern turbine hall.
The rap is more beetroot than beat: purple, stinky, staining and novel. At a small stretch it might be considered classy; the band will snap to define it as “very” such.
Yours stirringly,
Gablett.x