Screwing in for poetry — drilling for poetry pressure. Poetry pleasure,
for pleasure's sake. Pressure for pleasure! Put on the pressure, the
creative tension, righty-tighty lefty-loosey! Turn righty then. Lucky
Lefty Lucy — hm, y's are falling off the words as I type...I keep having
to turn back and adjust the words! I hate that! Fuck typos! Fuck tpos!
"Tpos Sukc!" Typso Skuc! Tap the well of typos! Sopyt in the Crypt in
Egypt! Sopa de pollo in a crypt in egypt. That'll cure you — Mummy says
Eat, eat, you're wasting away! Your face looks like an old catcher's
mitt! It's all that Natron, mom!