The Dust Never Settles(Pay to Write, Pay to Play, Pay to Cum, Pay to Fight)

YM's own platter puss-o-soul Jackson West gets poached by the Pith Lord and returns to covering some shit like the Hotties of Foster City. (A town so "kewl" that it pitches their golf course as superior to a video game.) I wish I had heavier words but to be honest, I've been numb to blogging journeyfolk ever since Cinematical picked Martha F. out of the Blottered lineup. No greater waste of talent than transferring Lester Freamon to a pawnshop unit. Nothing sucks the venom out and spits it back in your face like a Calacanis-backed venture, except maybe a Denton one. (Note to All Goats: please put it back in your pants unless you want Dana to suck it off.) Me? I've been finding solace in the pervasive anonymity of Curbed commenting. Anyone else notice how Gothamist owned that crane story (yes, a HuffPo link but see how much Gothamist is referenced) while Lock and the chain link gang were sleeping away the weekend? We're all John Carney's Tumblr now.

"Rite Part 1: 2. The Harbingers of Spring, Dance Of The Adolescents" - [Stravinsky]

Previously: "Nudes"