You know when great big chunks of brown snow get caught up behind your tires? (hey what is the deal with airline peanuts it is like can i get more than four up in here bitchez who feels me is this thing on) God but they horrify me! These chunks! They are like cancerous tumors for your car! And I kick at them and kick at them to make them detach but they are frozen fast! O these icy brown cancerous chunks!

I’m just sort of jazz-odyssey freeform jamming in anticipation of the “Tri-State Spoken Wor(l)d Poetry Slam ‘05” that’s happening tonight. In my pants! Just kidding, it’s actually happening in my basement. In the pants that are in my basement.

Today, to earn a living, I’m trying to sell a pouch drink to fat kids. By sell I do not mean like in a lemonade stand, but rather market. By pouch drink I do not mean something scrotal or do I.