Letters to the Editor
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why I love Camille
oh how I love this endless distraction bumbling and fumbling with the inability to finesse her marginalization swamped by sharp skirmishes the reflexive lashing out mameless, faceless as time grows shortbreathtakingly presumptuous demonstrating her idealistic, bouncily upbeat character dogged by tacky questions,like a shadowy, hard-bitten wheeler and dealer,a ruthless pursuer of power for her own sake.
True she has a million positions on any question, but who's counting?
Tactically necessary conceptually developed the rejection of an official, government-sanctioned creed rather than the obligatory erasure of references acknowledging the impoverished culture of a rotting corpse declined into trivialities and narcissistic exercises in self-esteem.
Once emotionally vibrant and collective in impact waned into flashy, transient niche entertainment. No master of ever-evolving personal technology, besieged by the siren call of materialism. A social problem that needs suppression or eradication. among the status-addled professionals the conservative prelude, in other words, a gust of déjà vu struggling to retreated into a bubble where the beautiful artifices of the past float like a mirage evidently in the artist's soaring affirmation or angry resistance. The unctuous piety of smarmy rote asserting family values and opposing moral relativism like a prophetic voice crying in the wilderness electrified by the relaxed, genial self-pitying feminazi irony in her smugly caustic reference to the onerous "impediments" of crackpot right-wing hallucination that misty look of submissive adoration on the road to blondness into every nook and cranny of credulous minds like messages from an angry god in his gloomy underworld with an adolescent bravado- a mensch? -- Eyes cross at its dreary, archaic verbosity in an airless cultural void. with thunderous, drilling, midpoint congas the obsessive focus on hard partying and status display?
Let's end with a bang with all the dumbed down, crystal methed fucked up shrunken world with people wandering around in some prescription stupor -
Oh I've got to slow down before i freak out!