Hey iPad, I Bet you can't turn This Blog into Origami!

Hey Nail Cutiecle Pie!
So good your end of my imagination is pumping out happy texts to whomever deserves it. From the interior of this interior which is just the same old cafe a swiffer of snow blasts out the window like what every Electrelane song pretty much looks like. It seems i am following around this haircut wherever it goes, messing up the sides like tired bubble gum slurpy sidehawks. I think this is where I want to be--always one inch away from the circus that follows me. Today I went to mass at Saint Louis Cathedral in downtown Buffalo at noon and felt like magic; like being put on this earth just to blog you every few days of my little life, look up and say tiny prayers just for the nonsensical of it. Though isn't this the same as pulling handles on the slot machine? You look up. You guess and wait. And if something comes out then great. Michael Keenan gets here in 3 weeks and I'm just about ready to adobe flash myself to that Biolystak Art Factory in Poland June if america doesn't reply. In Buffalo everything is cozy. You show up to the Book Arts center for a Linh Dinh reading with a table full of dinner for 5 bucks and after he's finished he tells his fans to fuck off which i thought was kinda rude in a Hello Kitty kinda way. Shelves of little presses all snug in their bookcase cubicles not even caring to be sifted through. Some canadian poet talking about refrigerators, how he watched her wash dishes, how the Looney Tunes all made it to his 5 year old's solo party in the space of one pillow. On the public toilet I tell Keenan over cellphone talk that all poets need are a bunch of sleep and pillows. If we could get by in this world with just one pillow and enough to eat as a way of surrendering to the demands of the economy we could origami fold this blog, let it rest in some museum and call it night. But don't worry, i'm not succumbing to the ergonomic seductions of the iPad just yet and plus, it doesn't even come with a webcam which is like having compact facial powder with no mirror. How annoying, right?

God how I love,
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