Thursday, December 01, 2005
It is often said that brilliance is found on the edge of madness. It is true, too, that that fine line, that space, is often occupied by a fleet bitch of a temptress. Succubi of hubris, conceit and silk trousers fill the sky with their cries of fame: "Men of FreeDarko, you have made it so very big, here come lie by our bosoms and taste this sweet nectar, this sweet poison!" You'd be remiss if you haven't checked out FreeDarko. Also, for no particular reason: Shawn Kemp.
