useless respectability

She had fallen young, thrust herself into the gutter, debased her life completely until one day, her rescue came trapping her forever in useless respectability, tied to stupid strength of a muscular short blustering fool, insistent and demanding, a tiny pillar of strength, a fountain of poorly chosen words, filthy and oppositional, coarse and idiotic, painted and over-pierced, sporting a rock and roll sensibility, commanding a posse of fools, droogs in the classic sense of the word, missing the Ludwig Van, mesmerized by the drone of angry heavy metal, like a fan of Lynyrd Skynyrd in the days of southern rock or Guns and Roses during the grunge. Thoughtless, unimagined except in the depths of insanity, putting Delphi in a cage protected by the howl of madness.

David Cain, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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