Monday, February 11, 2013

Improv 17 (“Mock Orange” Gluck)


“Smells like a Clockwork Orange”
Alex DeLarge probably didn’t smell like
orange peels. More like moldy milk
and metallic, bloody pine-sol.
mopping the streets with baseball
bats and more blood and british
accents. Raping somber humor
into materialistic modernists.
Experimental poppycock.
Kensington Gardens may
give viewing visitors a Peter Pan
complex, but that’s better
than murder and nonsensical
rubbish words, no one can
translate properly. 

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