Bruce Springsteen Concert Commercial (2008)
By Brad Neely
Just look.
Mouth: in fuck’s heavy stride with breath like a plasma.
Body: a black wax candle, damp with heat from his pink, head-shaped flame.
Face: like sun spit.
Face: like all unrecorded bedroom histories.
Face: like that of a Jesus who’s not as good as the original Jesus when it comes to hiding the fact that crucifixion feels exhilarating to a demigod, am I right Hercules!?
Face: like a future weapon in womb, hot with extrapolating cells becoming him, becoming the weapon that has a face like his self in the womb.
This is what happens when you see him in a commercial on a fucking TV. You become pregnant with many hims. If you give him actual audience you become a missile base waiting to launch him.
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