hey, why don't you two do a little bloomington performance at Uncle Elizabeth's this thursday night? that's TOMORROW. seriously, please come. and bring some stuff. you know how we do it, pretty lose. but if you want to do a set, i'd love it. and Joe, too, of Course. either way, though, if you're bored and have nothing to do, i'll buy you a beer. while the poetry is happenin. oh and also we'll have some musicians, too. yes, it's going to be fun. love, dennis ray powell jr.
amazing, bring a few of your books, too. if you can make it. man, i'd be so happy. i forgot to mention i'm making sushi for the night, too. some vegetarian and some crab. sushi and beer. poetry. drunk people. is this dream ever going to end? i've slobbered my pillow down to the last goose feather. ian and i will be at the spoon tonight hanging out drinking coffee reading writing what have you later if you want to hang out. plus it's open mic night there, so. anyway, i pray i see you tomorrow. -d
I was going to surprise you! But yeah, I think I'll make it to E's.
I'm going to goth beer pong tonight at Walnut Street Tap. That is a combo I cannot afford to pass up: cheap-beer drinking games, goth grrls, and lots of ugh-chk-ugh-chk-ugh-chk music. If only it were Mennonite goth beer pong industrial dance night. If only....
awesome. i'm sorry your trip through ohio was so weird....that's why i left. congrats on winning the slam too. I love both these poems: The Worst Poet I Ever Recorded and Cicada Blues
a friend of mine here has one of those double-pawed-cat-things....it's kind of....fascinating. she's from boston. she says they are really common in that area. who knew.
Yeah, the whole concept of meat inside meat (inside meat, &tc., ad nauseam infinitum) is simultaneously Escher-esque performance art and completely American.
The bonnets ... yes! The chaste skirts ... yes! The cell phones?! We kept imagining a barnyard drug deal gone bad, so ROSA BTH and Co. were leadfooting it from Pennsylvania to southern Illinois to crack some skulls. "Faith, Jimmy, wast thine crank cut with baby laxitive or what?"
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i forgot to mention i'm making sushi for the night, too. some vegetarian and some crab.
sushi and beer. poetry. drunk people.
is this dream ever going to end? i've slobbered my pillow down to the last goose feather.
ian and i will be at the spoon tonight hanging out drinking coffee reading writing what have you later if you want to hang out.
plus it's open mic night there, so. anyway, i pray i see you tomorrow.
-d
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I'm going to goth beer pong tonight at Walnut Street Tap. That is a combo I cannot afford to pass up: cheap-beer drinking games, goth grrls, and lots of ugh-chk-ugh-chk-ugh-chk music. If only it were Mennonite goth beer pong industrial dance night. If only....
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awesome. i'm sorry your trip through ohio was so weird....that's why i left.
congrats on winning the slam too. I love both these poems: The Worst Poet I Ever Recorded and Cicada Blues
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secondly, you have grand solidarity on that mennonite thing, m'dear.
oy gevaldt. *fan self*
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The bonnets ... yes! The chaste skirts ... yes! The cell phones?! We kept imagining a barnyard drug deal gone bad, so ROSA BTH and Co. were leadfooting it from Pennsylvania to southern Illinois to crack some skulls. "Faith, Jimmy, wast thine crank cut with baby laxitive or what?"
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