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so terry larson/summers and i started a band
called the frogmen back in the day

now he lives in tawain (hualien exactly),
and spends his time
fretting over the finer points of music
and making
a mess into art
he's not actually human
but an unusually tall elf (note the ears)

adam has wacky family name
that depicts his character
fairly well (that last name is
pasion)
his bands (or musical menudos)
range from the charmingly
obnoxious chillin' dogs
to the punky perverts
(china you're hella mean or china you're halloween?)

strangly enough
my crotch is his cousin and we
are both not stirrups
although we do enjoy scat!

btw two wongs do make it white, just ask anyone!
please enjoy www.biguglyrobot.net for more adam whoopie!

dave's seedy smile of scat fullfillment

pirates...arrhh! kyung sup and gene gettin
down in the galley

gaity was in the air, especially as phillip's
hand began to "twitch"

taylor tries ventriloquism...
without a puppet, dummy, or surrogate

thanx to stacey and steve
(now in greece expecting
hopefully a human child),
leo came into our lives

not smart or attractive like his master
yet cunned-full of loopish







just like the work of cole rachel
or brent's knowing
eyes or
like that creepy house out in the country...

mr. oldham's folk twinge
induces archetypal ellipses
lyrics and melodies
that i hold close to
and shudder toward
like south palm beach
and the dirt in my shoes
and the peculiar offense
put on people

feelers a plenty...feel more!





i couldn't
have survived
my own malice
w/o

the enigma
michelle





the following is a fresco
an "old master" style painting
that takes months to create
painted on the wall of the rockefeller building
lobby
but horrifically chipped
down and destroyed
due to rivera's depiction of lenin
it was commissioned to
represent the "crossroads"
of society in 1933.....





recently read poof's book
surviving the moment of impact
and
thought "gee what a great poet

can't wait
to see the movie".
i recommend it in an
urgent way.
until you do, i would like
readers to dream
about big eyed fish
and going up or down


When Levi first introduced me to his "ladyfriend"; I swallowed my cigar (3/4ths smoked and soggy), spat on the floor, looked at my watch, promptly picked my camera, and took a shot (of his monstrosity of a lover and off the flask of soju(i always carry in that peculiar skin flap on my lower left abdomen)). I guess everybody's got their idiosyncrocies (I wound up hooking up with her friend to the right).
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