Not a midget, here he is during his slimmed down slender days (musicproducer-period between the "UK Jeffley Where u At Son"-era and now)
The inimitable Snow King demonstrates his idiosyncratic mastery of the
lingua Hebraica in its verbal and gestural modes, a.k.a., the fabled idiom of CSWOLese. Look also at how, like an armored Aguirre before the points and feathers of primitive arrows, CSWOL stands impervious to the hostile volleys of salty French fries. Fear of death is for lesser men, for nobodies, but not for passport toting somebodies bedecked in, and protected by, the all-seeing Eye of Providence. And, of course, to provide a well-stamped coda to
l'affaire Popeye, not since the legendary Clarence Darrow has one acquitted oneself so forcefully by refuting the unreliable premises spewing from the greasy lips of vile adversaries; in this case, of ratchet, hoochie scallywags.
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