My house. Tonight. Any takers? JOB’s already here. Hop a commuter flight, ladies and gentlemen. There are bottles that require immediate attention. Issues. Issues that require immediate attention.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
The “Man” as me over the chair. Sorry otherwise I would be there.
To your health!
The Peacock lands at 1700 hours with bread and bottle.
Only if I can come in a rain storm when the electricity is out in the role of a mysterious stranger.
I’ll have an eye missing and only occasionally be lucid.
Thanks Matthew.
That shark…swallow you whole!
Occasionally lucid? Sound’s like Churchill, Webb.
I’ll start practicing my protest of the G-8 in Chi Town by protesting outside your house. I’ll be the one singing “If I had A Hammer.”
I’ve been here for about a week and only saw Matthew twice. I think he’s entered his Howard Hughes phase – sans beard of course…
JOB
Pictures!
Matthew
If you have entered your Howard Hughes phase have your people call my people and I will give you some pointers. I don’t really want to talk to you directly.
By “twice,” Joseph means “for two separate 48-hour benders.” So.
I’ll take what I can get, sure.
JOB