There's alot to be said about Sacha Karaulov. Unfortunately, very little of it makes sense. Soaked in alcohol, he produces sick half-human prose from the evil macinations of his twisted mind. He is the uber-bohemian. He is above and beyond classification. He is sitting on the cutting edge fishing for something, something important, but he won't tell us what. He has a thing for Courtney Love. Aparently, he has a book of poetry coming out at some point, but I only have his word for it. Do not trust this man as far as you can throw him. He will blind you with Truth, his truth, scrapped from the bottom of the barrel and brewed overnight in a stew of bleach and absinthe, drained, and served up on a bed of kous-kous - evil kous-kous. Avert your eyes, children, before you go blind.
21 July 2003
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