I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
We were once revolutionaries. But somewhere along the road, we became conformists. Here's why and what we can do to change the world in the way we hoped.
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
Sometimes a little blend of a trailer-trash-gangsta-super-star mixed with the steady beat of Chassidic, Rabbinical giants is exactly what you need to move your own needle.
It is always an interesting experiment to go to Art Basel in Miami with the intent of discovering contemporary Jewish art. The odds are good that there will simply be nothing to report on.
I don't want to be ashamed of anything I write. But I also don't want to write anything I'd be ashamed of, and I am.
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
I don’t know if I should publish this. Because then some people won’t want to date me. And that would be sad.
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