We Pretend Britney Spears Is a Hurricane Repel a tide of staccato questions. It doesn't matter if you answer, or how. The countermeasure legato of your southern drawl. Left with uncontainable larvae of once-facts, the draw is the razor that gnaws at the time signature of you until you become half and half again, until the truth becomes an untidy army of lies that marches back to shore as a storm surge, winging to land like moths to wool, their collective wind wrapping around the eye of a cyclone whose trajectory is uncertain but has the strength of so many hungry mouths. A flood … [Read more...]