and I'm relaxing with the chirps of crickets and
a tall bottle of my favorite oatmeal stout.
I recently began working on a rather frightening segment of Mnemosynesiac called
"The Proper Etiquette of Binding a Woman's Calves to Obstruct Childbirth."
In creating the right mood and ambience for this piece,
I've resorted to Burrough's cut-up method and the integration of a drastic re-working of a stillborn poem in one of my old collections.
A poem called "Misdirectomy" which despite my greatest efforts ended up
an unpleasant breech.
All that and more for what is to come.
I'm excited also for the narratives progress seeing to that
it may become collaborative.
A groovy word-smithing scallywag friend of mine and I have been conspiring for some time to compose a 2-man poetic burst of controlled chaos on loose leaf.
I say it's about time we get down to funky business and actually get the cochineal on cardstock.
In other news, I have obtained a new job with better pay and will soon make a climactic escape a'la Andy Dufresne with rock-hammer in hand and Rita Hayworth in heart from the sweltering scullery pandemonium I'm currently enslaved in.
Isn't that boss! I'm a stone throw from being a
Self-employed, Concerned but powerless, and empowered & informed member of society.
I shall part now, with this...
Buy Samuel Smith's Old Brewery Tadcaster Oatmeal Stout!
For it is a simply delicious brew of oaty goodness thats sure to
bring a crooked cookie smile to your head-box.
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