"Is it starve a cold or feed a fever?"-- Johnny Carson
Sinuses run amok may be a relief next to end stage renal disease, or a suspect non aggressive lung mass which is felt during an eruption, but upon waking I was near suffocation, nearly ready to vomit, damning these Southern European cavities. The Wild Wild West fascinated spastic as une jeanne fille. Even without training, it was different, and is related to absurdist aspects of Commedia del Arte. Just as every American action film is a western in disguise, I am learning that most westerns, as a genre, are something else. A young Wayne slaughtering a Mongolian ? stand in for an Apache was manifest destiny. It may have been Stagecoach, or a recycled version of the star emblem's success: brutal righteousness, though progressive sympathy is also come along early in these films, by the forties. Unless Decades does me a favor, I am going to stream the Conrad serial. Clear now but off to ache in Niggerland psychopathy. Poor quad may never heal.
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