Why does shit like SHEEP feel so. . . dead on? Reminds me of an article I read in The Beast, that ended with this:
I need a drink now. . .
While [our] tribe’s recording tools are light years beyond the primitive cannibal stories they sing around the fire in Papua New Guinea, the laws that govern them are the same. And the most important law of them is that the tribe is never wrong, and can not fuck up, ever.