This Aardvark will never die. It will rise and rise and rise again - a lesson it learned from the Pheonix. The Aardvark of Freedom will cast off the foolish dreams of younger years, and adorn itself with the foolish dreams of today. My primary spill-my-guts-to-the-world blog will remain Hardcore Poetic, but the Aardvark of Freedom will become a blog dedicated to the arts that I love. Of music, books, and movies (mostly music). And anything else I wish to rant or rave about as long as it falls into the realm of art (a term I must use loosely).
The Aardvark of Freedom
We are young marmots. We are grape-flavored vacuum-cleaner salespersons. We are cheese and we are whiz, we are Ben and we are Jerry, we are freshly-shaved midget-ninja-eating fruit bats on crack. We are . . . The Aarvark of Freedom.