In all the blog a sphere, as in a room, a shout is a shout is a shout. They all sound the same and this is why a smaller room, some low proof beverage, and uncut sex appeal (sans the communal fetishized sex roles that lead to rock hard abs, silicon jabs, and scented wrinkle cream everywhere but on Dave Chappelle's balls) are the sorts of rooms that can hold a dozen folk and a quarter dozen conversations where talking the dozens can happen and no fights need to break out. You speak in your own voice.
Lo and behold, in the blog a sphere I find shouts and shouts and rarely a voice but let me introduce you to a site worthy of being called the voice of degeneration. Here is a voice whose obsession with Bill Simmons is made paletable by a crudeness come to through a careful comprehention of refinement. This same voice would, if I heard only this voice, knew more then his throat, more then his chest and the lungs, heart and other body parts, if I knew his face, his profession, his watering holes, his family, his friends, if I knew more about him then his voice and could see his BS obsession resided in all his parts, well, if I were his friend then this would be an intervention.
Since all I know is his voice, I will assume there is more to the man then his poetic constructions to Lakers Love and full blown BS diatribes full of fecal matter and gut shots. So, here is this voice, Dex, full blown Simmons critic, Lakers lover, a literate man whose work seems driven by prose pickled in the poetry of the mind and body.
http://www.k24-8.blogspot.com/
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