I GOT MARRIED LAST NIGHT

i finished revisions for FROWNS NEED FRIENDS TOO last night. it's 24,000 words of thug ass prose poems. it's more pessimistic than ever. there are no references to masturbation. there are fewer jokey parts. there are numerous references to committing suicide by doing nothing. it's a kick to the eye with long toe nailed foot i guess. this blog kind of sucks right. i still have the videos people made of themselves reading poems from the book. i will post them soon, around the time the book comes out. if anyone works at a printer and can make free posters, email me. i think that was my only attempt to promote the book. has anyone ever taken melatonin to go to sleep. it gives you weird dreams. wellbutrin i think gives you nightmares. isn't the world just so dead uncle. i talked to jordan castro recently about doing a tour in the summer. the tour would be called something like, "hurt your dad '10 tour." anyone who wanted to come could come. we'd rent a van and just drive around. old school hardore style. sleep in the van. no showers. probably total dude fest. sell books for food and gas. do readings in basements at house parties. get into fights. run from police. sleep on the highway when the van breaks down. one dude stays up guarding the van while the others sleep. this dude would be requied to blow on the alpine horn (a kazoo purchased at a gas station) if any intruders lurked. does anyone want to lurk with me? if you can make this tour happen this summer, let me know. have a good weekend. pictures: