If I ever make it through these, I'm going to join the

supper club.

Beethoven's Big Break went straight to DVD along with Dog Philosophy II:

Russian Towers. A completion to the trilogy showed itself atop a boat taxi.

Crumpets in the famine. Frankly, it poses more of a geographic

fallacy than the obvious temporal ones. But here

we are.

Beethoven: a spector of his time. He reproduces in his face the slightly

stupid virtues of his verses.

I sometimes possess complete vacation.

i reached out to the troubled memoir
like pizza hut during a blizzard
trending toward enlightenment

two years i spent with it
two years with those kids
those sentences

businessmen make millions
i obsess over prepositions
i am the kind of person who
'll do it
i've traveled to india

they can't unstory my story's story
the bush administration
traditional medicine
they hate my memories