So I've decided to kill you. All of you! It's gonna be fun.
But America's all about options, right? Right. So, I've collected some totally rad and awesome means o' death for you to pick from. Go ahead -- make your day!
let's say . . . strychnine, spiders, piano-dropped-from-top-floor, thrombosis, dropsy, two-by-four to skull, car wreck, hunting accident, craft project gone awry, masked banditry, forgot-to-read labels on cleaning supplies before mixing them, shouldn't be parasailing at your age, bear attack, ballooning accident, the staggers, fear of flying, peacefully in sleep (or is it?), congested woodchipper, drowned in molasses, they told you never to climb in an empty refrigerator, alien abduction, genetically modified killer tomato, escalator plus loose shoelace, massive irony exposure, vitamin deficiency, clocked in the chest by an angry Oscar de la Hoya, forget to feed self while watching Meerkat Manor marathon, fallen in frozen pond with no Jimmy Stewart in sight, who knew there were snakes in there, arsenic leaking from vintage wallpaper, evil health nuts concealing razor blades in organic bananas, too much creosote, terminal carpal tunnel, vampire, defenestration + impalement (thanks Jeffrey Eugenides), spinach, forgot to wear lead apron during dental x-rays, I-Can't-Believe-It's-Not-Suicide, disco inferno . . .
Murder and destruction had momentarily stupefied the nation. The zero hour had come. The vast and insidious Order of the Double Cross was ready to blast America from the face of the earth! Could Dick Wentworth, alias the Spider, wounded and at bay, crush the minions of the Double Cross, with only a handful of ragged, tatterdemalion hoboes who had rescued him and imbued him with a strange, new courage?
Will be sewing tinysides this week, as well as visiting the Poetry Bus, when it comes to Big Hunt on Wednesday. Perhaps I will bring tinysides to sew. So . . . many . . . tinysides.
Preparing for my October readings. Making an accordion book for the Poetry Project reading on the 13th, and ordering plastic spiders and other oddities for my reading with Dug Rothschild on the 24th. I can't "beat" Dug for sheer performance, but maybe I can match him.
Still wondering what to take off at the Burlesque Poetry Hour. It will be the day before Halloween, so I'm thinking of bringing and selling off this moon mask I got in Barcelona. It is fantastically weird and girly.
Just got Katie Degentesh and Anna Moschovakis' new books; both look great and shall comprise this week's subway readings. Gotta get a mss edit off to a friend; also comments on the galleys for Mayport. La.