This isn't about Kim. You could say this is about evolution. You could say we've developed a deep personal appreciation for Darwin, the man and the theorist--his dyspeptic stomach, his human frailties, his ability to cling to contradictory desires. We've weighed anchor aboard the Beagle, if only in our dreams, charted our own Galapagos of the soul and found it wanting.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Better Living Through Plastic Explosives - Pg 2 : Summer of the Flesh Eater
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