-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.16 Sep 2003

f) As much as I enjoy Settle's poetry, this essay is just an average teenage essay about the evils of consumerism. It's intelligently written and vaguely interesting, but you apparently want to get it bound in silk and taffeta and hump the spine at night. You must find coherent, extended trains of thought completely bizarre and amazing, since your speciality is massive tirades of incoherent, loosely-connected mescaline-inspired nonsense. You've never sat down and read anything more involved or precise than a leaflet on coming into philip Symour hoffemane's eyeball.