This article makes me fume.
Mr. McCash falls short in his attempts at narrative.
He fails entirely to recognize the dialectic between authority and chaos, productivity and laziness.
I miss one abandoned warehouse that nobody has seen in years and all of a sudden there is a flourishing movement?
That's a bunch of crap, McCash.
You accidentally uncovered a time capsule from a bygone era, nothing more.
Look around you. The specter of stability is washing over this city and it is mine. It is my art that has opened the door for the actualization of austerity in New Orleans.
The bone that Mr. McCash throws to his flailing network of flailing amateur vandals merely covers up their accelerating acquiescence to the inevitability of civic sobriety.
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"The specter of stability is washing over this city "
i love this line. haha!
thankfully, just when you think weedkiller from metairie is seeping in, some wild shit happens to keep the crackers on they toes.
3 w/d buck buck!
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