Thomas Pynchon gets away with writing rambling introductions to novels, obtuse essays on Luddites, but man, he has the street cred for it. All it takes is one bit of street-cred to get you gunning down the street in an old T-34 Soviet Armoured Tank, making Ukranian pancakes of any hapless twit that would shiver his iron-cast balls of timber to play a game of chicken with you.
Once you've got some business-card zing to your name, you're on your way. So therefore, strike a fat X on Vector Magazine as an Outstanding, Grade A Literary Hunk'a Meat of a Choice for Potential Employment Candidacy.
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Date: 2006-03-26 07:46 am (UTC)Literary Critic.
Thomas Pynchon gets away with writing rambling introductions to novels, obtuse essays on Luddites, but man, he has the street cred for it. All it takes is one bit of street-cred to get you gunning down the street in an old T-34 Soviet Armoured Tank, making Ukranian pancakes of any hapless twit that would shiver his iron-cast balls of timber to play a game of chicken with you.
Once you've got some business-card zing to your name, you're on your way. So therefore, strike a fat X on Vector Magazine as an Outstanding, Grade A Literary Hunk'a Meat of a Choice for Potential Employment Candidacy.