Biffo Battles & Bumpf
I’ve sometimes thought that the act of harmony and accord is such a tight-rope performance, having us teetering above a cauldron of fiery emotions that lick at our heels and feeling for all the world like they might threaten our very existence. And I wonder sometimes why we put ourselves through the wringer like that? Are we simply playing the martyr? Thrusting our chins in front of the local bully and allowing him or her to have a free shot! Mon dieu! I’ve sometimes thought that’s precisely... Sign in to see full entry.