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BIG MAC ATTACK

Yowling lackadaisically, scowlingly, unexpressively and prismatically— even adverbally—into the soft metal breeze that’s been shakin' hands with the night, 2 + 2 is firmly on my mind along with a wild and complex plan to bump off the Beastie Boys and any of their collegiate clones that might get in my way, I rise from my sweathardened white Corinthian leather hammock, caress Misrilou, my fave nymphette, who’s seated adoringly at my Puma-encased feet, watch as the red dingle balls nestled in her voidblack cornrows sway gently, and ponderously (well, hell, if you’d just drank yourself into a manic stupor so weird that you think of yourself as a 350 lb. iguana stoned on liquid paper, trying—desperately I might add—to get MTV on your stove, then you too might feel a bit prodigious) try to focus what’s left of my...m...y... my attention span onto these latest wispy intoxications of sound from the Mac...Fleetwood Mac, that is!

September 1, 1987
Laura Fissinger

BIG MAC ATTACK

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