We've been watching old bootleg copies of Vengeance Unlimited by way of escapism, and Andrew dug up his copies of Michael Madsen's poems, which are exactly as gonzo as you'd expect them to be; he's really determined to be beater than Beat and noirer than noir.
The Read Thru
When you make a bad film, it's there
Forever.
Like a big 250 ft. Herpe,
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