She's Sane. I Told Her. I Love and I Will Send Flowers in Spring.

The suburb of Minneapolis can be tough. Bars closing early. The literary violence mediocre. Terry the Minneapoet is the only one left inside the robot architecture to drink all the beer. He's the best poet in town anyway. The last one standing. I'm working graveyard shift. Will Zaha Hadid or Gehry be the perfect architect to rebuild Gaza? There I went to the Holy Land like you all wanted. A Jesus souvenir. Addicted to pain or painkillers? Oil $?

She could be Dakota or Ojibwe. A Bollywood actress. Has she heard of Kashmir. I've always liked that song by Led Zeppelin. I'm part English but consider myself a Minnesotan more than anything. MN is home. Go to a sweatlodge psychiatrists and learn how to crawl. Training can sometimes be inadequate if you don't understand Mental Arts. Or the heat of a Sauna. Babysitting the demons so Belle can get a good night's rest.

If you all get cancelled you can still make a zine.

Hit is ashes. Dust is construction.