Found Literature, or, Pants Meat Transcended
A shameful thing it is to derive pleasure from the story of another's suffering. Perhaps it's even worse to try to defend this pleasure-taking as a sort of aesthetic appreciation for the syntax of the narrative.
So the story related at the website provided below--with many thanks to Susanna's Superior Search Engineering--makes me reflect on my own care for my fellow citizens, because there is something wonderful about it, as art. Artless art. Inspired artlessness. I could go on and on ad nauseam about what I find so perfect about it, but I will simply let it speak for itself. It began life as a comment upon Pants Meat--there is mention of meat down someone's pants (try to find it!)--but the story so transcends that subject as to warrant its own place in the pantheon...
See the story here:
Set Kenneth Gene Lett Free
...and contemplate your sins.
So the story related at the website provided below--with many thanks to Susanna's Superior Search Engineering--makes me reflect on my own care for my fellow citizens, because there is something wonderful about it, as art. Artless art. Inspired artlessness. I could go on and on ad nauseam about what I find so perfect about it, but I will simply let it speak for itself. It began life as a comment upon Pants Meat--there is mention of meat down someone's pants (try to find it!)--but the story so transcends that subject as to warrant its own place in the pantheon...
See the story here:
Set Kenneth Gene Lett Free
...and contemplate your sins.
posted by Portipont at 11:25 AM
2 Comments:
So here's a guy who drives around drunk with a pistol in his pants. He can't remember what happened because he had blacked out.
Definitely the kind of person we want wandering our streets ...
If the plea had read "husbad" instead of "HUSBAMD" I would have totally signed it.
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