awright! that's it! have had this cold for almost two weeks and the fucker is still clinging to my cilia. it is a type i remember having when i was a child: long, durable, painful and designed for the sufferer to really know he/she is in pain. i'm thru, get me off the boat. i wanna stop now.

in the meantime dig these words and pics about the great, enigmatic alt-poet jwcurry at a recent reading.

and crack up in recognition and humor at the plight of 'the water-closet poet' here at nick bruno's blog.

so much to write, but now i be sleepy.