But if times get tough, and I have to feed the children something other than motor oil and sugar, I may have to improvise. I'm not a cop or a criminal. I suppose they balance each other out, and take turns stealing each others badges. The money obviously flows back and forth. As a private citizen with a small publishing business (Post-Asemic Press) focusing on art and poetry, that occasionally publishes sound poetry albums but not so many books anymore. Books are a lot of work and the material I publish tends not to appeal to a mainstream audience. But I'm still glad I toiled away at the press for 7 years. I slightly lost money producing the books, but gained a lot of knowledge into book production, pushing Gutenberg further with Print-On-Demand experiments and cyberspace threads. I have put a lot of material online, but it is only half the story. The books are impossible, many containing asemic writing, but they prepare you for confusion and information overload. I can now read cursive writing, doctor's handwriting, and mathematical symbols keener than I was able to before. Computer code is also less intimidating. I'm better and more insightful with my artistic practices as well. Swimming through the ultimate.
Did I get an Amy Winehouse record with a strand of her long black hair embedded in the vinyl. Low pay is a stain on a wine glass. I opened a bottle of vin in OrganPipe Cactus National Monument in AZ with a deck screw in the drizzle as we camped out on New Years with either the fireworks or gunfire celebrations popping off across the border in old Mexico. Good thing the tent was made of kevlar, las ninas. Party hunters with no head wounds must have a slight amount of talent. I wonder what I would taste like in the meat aisle if someone was gnawing on one of my legs like a dog. Hopefully my nerves will still twitch and I can visit their cranium with a round kick. Remember death is only the beginning, Consumption of everything is the true epic. Guilt with every bite passing through the firmament of the pearly gates. You will be satisfied, growing fat with the slobber of your victory. 😈
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