Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Somewhere in Rural America…
In faux paneled bait shops, on the outskirts of the interstate, near that exit the truckers take, but before you get to the McD’s that employs half the local high school, lies many examples of girl-next-door Dianes getting mugged by emo’d up postmodern tatted up Jacks.
And if that sentence was a mishmash of literary aspiration, mocking critique, run-on habdashery, and John Cougar Mellencamp references, I blame the codine.
