“You Are the Transcended in a Butane Bath”

I think NME cancelled my print subscription because I made my name “The One and Only Michael Beal.” What can I say, I’m just not used to being asked for a “title,” thought as an obnoxious Yankee I’d make fun of it. Then I got to thinking, well, they’re the enemy anyway, so maybe I’m better off without them. Then I found myself staring at the shifting, polymorphous and deceptive eyes of Taylor Swift and remembered that in life the enemy is inescapable anyway… a perfect, miasmic microcosm of life if there ever was one, methinks…

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