recent chapbook / journal acquisitions

From Left To Right:

A Maximal Object, Chuck Stebelton (Mitzvah Chaps 2008)
I Can't Get Excited About The Third Reich Anymore, Angela Galvan (self-published 2008)
Art Is War Anne Boyer (Mitzvah Chaps 2008)
Peter Pan Mocha French Toast, Mike Young (Magic Helicopter Press 2008)
Work no.5 feat. Jess Rowan, Paul Deppler, Dan Fisher, & Sara Wintz (WORK 2008)

I can't say enough good things about these books. I got Anne and Chuck's books today in the mail and I'm already smitten. Anne's book is fucking defiant. It's like lo-fi indie rock. It's like Pavement good. Mike Young is always good. Can't go wrong with that shinin' man. Angela's book is just one page folded in half, which is cool. I'm sure she'd give you a piece of paper if you asked. And finally WORK. I'm bit partial to Jess Rowan, but the magazine is objectively great. You should buy it. The guy who edits it is swell.

BUY THESE BOOKS OR TRADE FOR THEM!!!

I went work with my girlfriend this morning. We scanned in bar codes, counted boxes and key chains. I drank a lot of water. Aimee came and sat by us on our break. We saw a woman is AWFUL hair. We worked some more. It was fun working with my girlfriend. We laughed at dumb stuff. We had big slices of pizza for lunch and talked about moving and plans. I'm tired of moving and I haven't even done it yet. Later we packed up the Unicorn Gallery. My roommate's stuff is in little castles all over the floor. The wind is making the curtains clack. I want a turkey burger.

ANOTHER MIKE YOUNG POEM

.:MIKE YOUNG THE CHALLENGE OR MIKE YOUNG PHYSICS WIZARD:.


Mike Young as a flexing car dealership
selling new and used automobiles,
includes inventory listings, heat,
light, and modern physics. :.


There have been several people
named Michael or Mike Young:.


Michael Young batting, fielding, and
A full-service golf course. Mike Young
designs/brings extensive knowledge
of golf course architecture, as well as
sincerity:.


Aloha, and Welcome

My name is Mike Young. I am
songwriter, musician and guitarist,
and I like to introduce
original compositions.
I have spent a lifetime sharing
my personal island experiences
through contemporary Hawaiian style.
I am promoter of Hawaii and surfing/drugging.
I started running for many years.
I have had pleasure. I can offer
your voice and my guitar alone,
or duos, trios, even four and five:.


I'm Mike Young
I am 46 years old. I am mentally challenged
because of a strip mall, and I noticed that
the bar was nestled between Mike's Warehouse
and Young's Groceries. Obviously the place
for me. I cannot eat or drink any food by mouth.
I'm looking really good though. Very professional
with some great cast:.


Dr. Young's Solutions to Homework:
This morning I came in and we have
a guy making made to order omlettes.
It was a lot of fun, and is cool
and steampunky. First, I would start
with a small LARP for my friends:.


Thank you for visiting Mike Young's home.
There is so much buzz about green, truly.
Mike Young technically brilliant, unnaturally
unemployed and, above all a beat cop
or a SWAT team specialist:.


There are 77 Mike Youngs &
22 Texas Ranger Mike Youngs.
Each a terrorist group
with weak government. Let's
hope he's not the shortest
living Mike Young in history:.

Laws that can't be broken!

Poem For Mike Young

I wrote this poem after reading part of Mike Young's new chapbook Peter Pan Mocha French Toast while I waited for the bus. You can buy it on his blog. You can pay him between $1-5 for it. It was sunny and nothing felt connected.

Kobe Beef Fried In Dr.Pepper Sauce

Am I trying too hard? Is this
thing really on? There's a copy
of hamburger water and a coffin
between us. Some guy "god willing"
said Friday is now the new Lobster Day.
And I had no idea what it anything
meant anymore. A cold hard danger robes
us and sings into a Dark Place,
Frank Sinatra's Grave, that will be
$5.50. Thank you for being my
friend. While I waited for the bus.
The toothpaste broke. That fucking toothpaste
is broken. The bus is a long way
off now, turbo thumping and acting
all splintery. I wish I could give you
a dollar. If I sleep now will
someone murder me with
a jumprope?

my day

APPROXIMATELY WHAT I DID TODAY

ATE A TURKEY BURGER & DRANK VITAMIN WATER
INTERNETED & BLOG-ARGUED FOR HOURS (NOW I FEEL KIND OF SILLY ABOUT THE ARGUIN')
DOWNLOADED COOL NEW MUSIC (BEAT THE DEVIL, THE WAR ON DRUGS)
ATE SOME STALE PRETZELS
READ PART OF A RAE ARMENTROUT BOOK
WENT TO KASEY'S TO CHECK HIS MAIL & READ HIS BOOKS
READ THE REST OF THE PART 1 OF THE GRAND PIANO BOOKS
"STOLE/BORROWED" BARRETT WATTEN'S TOTAL SYNTAX
WENT TO LILY'S, ATE MAC & CHEESE, THEN WATCHED KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE & ATE COOKIES
WALKED HOME WITH JESS & IT WAS PERFECT OUTSIDE

RE: THE WAR ON POETRY

Read my abbreviated stance on poetry right now.

FROM DRUNK SLEEPOVER (VOL.1)

POEM



She was shocked by the purity

of command and smoked till

she pukes. An elevator is different

everywhere. We get glasses on our

glasses. How is the difference the

game? She is the folk song

parring our if's and oh so

sorry's? Often the chagrin of

our fathers. Hula out Diane, no

one listens to the RADIO!



Awkward dildo fight uphill. Says

this peanut butter is to think.

Knows that, precious. We made

constellations with our fingertip.

Notarized best for lying. Awful love.

Lovers are not only not best. How

does watching the fuck make

you feel?



Notice how a sparrow is like

porn, hollow bones, weightless

triumphant. A chemical mix up

they say. Diane have you ever

stopped hearing.



The dragon and beast at dawn

alone fidgeting, high as shit

on the shore. "Don't piss me

off Tina Turner." The younger

one tells the moon

about younger pilot, left

to breathe the long wind.

The triumph of letters. On top

of it the Concord crashes

into the unending deep. A fish

sings to the dead, allowed no

connection like that one movie.

With Murder She Wrote.



No telling how steep it is. He

holds the heaviest marbles. "I

sink to know you." Slipping

in to the brine & black.





Annexed Birds



Broke Suzanne fucks a twelve

pack of beer, holds the

timberline in folds and shits

on beached cars near bottled bridge

in the lungs of Brooklyn

as if tires don't mean moving



Notice the wingspan & breasts

holding craftsmen together

wanting to be known to anything



the fish

pimple to

know limits

& know figures

mythos & fact

as if different



Pisses on intellectual magma

and let hell know of indifference

rules around naming & knowing

too bend in flight and

come out again



There is no linear expectation

in the art of borrow

we never expected to sully

the dead and damaged



Mute allies finger to be

enemies

and overpopulation reeks

takes a nap through Nov.



Broke Suzanne linger over

her mother and swallows

"Forgive the change in

the willows and laundromats

this language means

no offense just awkward

means to offsetting the

loneliness of flight"



In flight she breaks down

know the trellises of being

singular and afraid

a branch

a birch

a sparrow

a knotted hollow



clouds like sawdust and

part of a horse drawn

carriage

NUEVO MUXTAPE

NEW MUXTAPE

Today I:

Packed up my room
Wrote 2 BAD POEMs for Mike Young
Paid too much money to the electric company
Read a little bit of A Human Stain and Alice Notley
Needed to sell a bunch of books and CDs
Watched The Daily Show
and Listened to a lot of Smog

I AM GOING TO PLAY THE DRUMS UNTIL YOU KILL YOURSELF

I'm awful sorry about the
mismatched mutant socks.
It's the dryer that
is ought to do somethin'
awful. Peaches irregardless.


Do you support the Youth in Paris?
No the indigestion
gets to be all I can
muddle. Kick goes on
it's very own trip of street cars
on bikes, friend.


My beard is cramping, only
no massage in five hours.
House boats, punch punch
houseboats. And a kind of
lost bass rumble roofing
my goddamn eyes. The
aperture closes
around the iris of a
crane.


An apple gets home and
plays the drums until everyone
in apartment is dead.
Dryer fabric as
wallpaper. She is in a race to
die, smothered in french toast
and peaches.


I bought a gun for
my baby, took her
out to a rodeo and
shined her slacks with bull's blood.
Then our father took out
salmon sticks and penicillin
and we ate for days and days
and days and
days and days
and days and days.

NEW POEM

A Golden Impediment of Soil



The plots of graves

hidden & sedative

a brazen treaty as if

some figs gather to commence

cosigner of the altierior noun



Don't be pious with you pitchfork

raise up your palms for attic truth



                Note the incongruity

                preachers with heat lines

                parataxis smoothie colored

                bits on our shoulders



But you me shuffle paper

cup firebugs in prayer & water worship



                Shogun dices hymen

                for parabolic mud fluid

                not sick as an

                engagement slow pourer







ii.



His head low and buggy

dishes & cement slabs

He (not you supposedly) finds out lonesome

going off for toilet paper

the poet is (being an animal) gracious soil



Bestial galleries

piss and shit violating the gorges & allies

mythos grumbling between stacks of giants

Kierkegaardian pistols line the freeway

we attended to you



                We hate symbol trope err on mythos

                thread battered Zeus troops

                a peach means a peach's tree

                means a place to find a bee sitting

                sexy







iii.

I am sorry mother for this monster

hatched in bathtub rural Kansas at

night and follow light to make beautiful

again

               

                Porsche like axes grinding

                serpentine serpentine serpentine

                Bob why make the kids so ugly

                with snot and powerful hamstrings

                on a blue bus going somewhere

                I sleeping in gross water I know

                sure arrows feisty beetles sky hands



Note a levy in breath

in single site I know her

but never stand like an actuation

of destiny



                Some rosy doctrine of cross population

                static across the board and back

                twelve revolutions of notes subside

                bran muffin still in the mail

                where does this form function

               

                



                 

REJECTED LOVE CHORUS

"Is it hell I fear/
or is it the sea."
-Bonnie "Prince" Billy

or the mellow part of fruit between
your lips
it is that love which
holds orange teapots gropes colanders
down
a missing sleep hungers everyone
but yet there love pesters forth
the stone cuts the man pisses
a naive melody is shared between sparrows
and we concordantly are


the fired antique dealers
the third world theramin players
the little spaces left bold
we can spill over later
pithy marathon paper runners we are
a kitten approaching a vanguard
a marmot happening upon a stone


don't let's hurry to return sea-bound
and often if now
the moon says cunt
to a smiling sea

POEM

business

Is the pale dead air on thank you
a rhetorical hand-job jive
where currents are focused on evading
progression and humility

Nod you head
ahh the fine shoes
bye bye

Hermes bitches about the
tarried economic blah

Sisters huddled in shawls crap in
aging festoons
and continental breakfast swims in praise
I don't know how sea monkeys live
they thrive even
(overeating precluding to dominance)
or how giants paste the limit of thought

It confuses and upsets me
I sleep in a blue shirt and slacks
just in case.

Poetry of Crisis

poetry needs crisis to live, even/especially the crisis of boredom

Portrait of Felix Nadar (1820-1910), Photographer and Aeronautical Scientist

We
putter out enumerations
and craft a defiance
against god or type
on a balloon platelets
god handed us
a brush and bucket...

This is the only known
cause of flax oil...

In my own way
or if there were
others trying
tho most people
thought often of her
the love
as gazebo...

No problem
the crane trembles
and the path is clear
the moment of falling
is prolonged
by...

Bashful and glee
as the 'we' treads
up northbound
forgets the pluralists
going...

The article keeps
close eye on
structures
no chance for
reasons...

The skies
look like paint
today...

I as a dirrigable
pilot making
obscene gestures
to the ladies
and the pandas...

All of which keep
excellent step
and bend down
stooping
uncontrollably
all of us
suddenly old
and sullen...

Sir
do you have papers
for that mustache?...

NEW MUXTAPE

FOR my hands

RON SILLYMAN

I WANT TO BE THE NEW JACK SPICER

please vote for me

Bela Lugosi In An Autoclave

a

Beach balls ragged with me
The rednecks are gone now for the castles
and places where dragons piss

No one ever dreams of a dragon
pissing on a cutout of Bela Lugosi
What a sad little animal we declare

For this is is violence and we pinch
Him out for his life savings
In Hawaii there are birds like stars

e

Carmel fixing space between where
The meaning pricks and trucks fuck
In silence people still fidget with pins

Not enunciating with a karmic pull
Or yes I am the language of parabolic
love and autoclave jump ahead three spots

Norse ships drifting in and out of his head
Shapes fill out the sound and breath breath breath
We project old sounds over new chords and verses

i

Numbered girls going out and in again
I wish in and old bottle I could sound you out
These are the parameters of our understanding

Micah visits the north pole even when estranged
Bowling balls, visitor badge, flexing triangle
These pieces move up and down us as if yes yes no

Did he hit her or was it sound patting sex
Only figures in a dish of soot and clay
Dancing in our windows playing our songs and singing

o

Felling throw up moods bad little grains around us
Midwest is stacked or pluming out indigo dots
Norma's mother in a grave five miles from here

Sometimes a showboat and a way to leave drums
I go about sharpie points and grains of text
Gosh the thrum of nothing grows out here

Barely knowing the age of my awful daughter
Commonly mistake for strangers dancing on ice
These are problems of minimum wage drinks and nightingales

u

Book smart trannies have gulps of ulcer water
What an overeater triumphed over parried fans
Normal gales pushed over a dragon's fountain of glass

Patiently regaled writers picking bugs in scalp
Note worth memo floats over canvas on Sunday
HTML clogs the varicose and spreadsheets eat our mind

Nobody cleans after this fairy lisping mess
We are the only line against the guy in beer hat
Most likely to risk spleen for love not pictured

& (sometimes) y

Micah in an underground fugue torrents of kings
Crashing maybe to know fathers if nobody looks
Often clearing up the checkered glasses and soot

The town goes on along the shoreline like a kingfisher
Dishes out sleep and glop a log piled on dead things
In the water we have branches of lost people and yellow things

Almost ready to be over and done one and it
Now covering the ground and lisping to know it
I call out to something and something probably don't answer

UNTITLED PLAY

[Chorus]
From often congealed birthdays spring happy fakes
who rip turbines out of their nails and the ice

slides pithy and droll. Beating down on the back of
Tom whoever and bitterness of that.

(In a grass hut tucked in the misty womb of New Jersey)

A- (Came home drunk and exhausted) This is not the tuber where my shit was supposed to be stuck.
B- Suit yourself A___. I'll not fuck off into a sock drawer. I will not have this seriousness be pleasant to me.

(All beings in the night begin to sway and a manifesto of light pours over all. Buster Keaton arrives in a suit but is covered in BLOOD)

Bust Keaton- I SHRUG MY SHOULDERS.
A- Our bearing often seems intolerable. I see dinosaurs when sleep overtakes me. This is not pleasant.
B- Please send Buster Keaton home, to Jamaica.

(A. pulls out a shotgun and blows Buster Keaton's head into stars, not unlike the sky above Malibu on night like this one)

A- How I could love something like spring. Can this be our end? Our breaking into shares? Hark Hark and low, we all shudder to believe.

[Windowless Chorus]
Some mandibles corrupt us here or chain our heats
producing an effect not unlike the sound of guns.

Holy marble rye and the effects of underground lightning
for it does pander and pound. God, if seafaring be light,

why plunder the rocks. Let felines break trouble and we
shall stay, restless and gray.

(Buster Keaton lies in a his own blood and does the backstroke while singing Guns N Roses covers to a loved one the audience cannot and will never understand)

B- His singing depresses me. I must die now.

(B. Shoots A. in the head and then kills himself. The play continues but is meant for robots)

White Blood Cells- How lovely the day peaks. I am forgotten yet pound and drink alike I find a new home. Is it not the morrow?
Red Blood Cells- I need to fuck? Where are the flowers? This is not Canada or snakey borders. Where am I protecting now.

(God then breaks in the window and steals their TV and laughs at the dead)

God- You guys really fucked it up. Chorus, go home and be with your loved one. Everyone here are bricks stacked liked people. We are none, and now not people. Go home. These men are alone.

(The light falls to God's fake tears. They fall on the men and they are suddenly alive. They savagely beat God to death and then go outside, to fall in love.)

THE END

PAR-TAY

THE REASON I AM HUNGOVER

Mike Young and His Checkered Shoes

Go listen to Mike Young's "Checkered Shoes"

Love Your Friends Not Your Lovers

I just finished reading Kendra Grant Malone's new e-book Love Your Friends Not Your Lovers form Bore Parade. It is a collection of brutally honest diary entries. I can see how her honesty might make some people REALLY uncomfortable, and I was a little bored at first and not sure if I'd finish it, but it becomes very addictive. It's not gushing and indulgent. How, I'm not sure. Maybe it's her lack of discretion. Maybe it's all the sex. Sex is interesting. I know one of the people in the book and it made me really awkward. And I guess that's something she's prepared for.

There is a lot of sex in this book. And it's graphic, but honest and charming as well. This books is disarming. You should read it.

FIRST POST

My first post at "Exit pursued by bear" about Jack Spicer.

JESS ROWAN @ PEQUIN

Jess Rowan has an AMAZING FICTION PIECE over at PEQUIN.

READ IT!!!

Exit, Pursued By Bear

I'm contributing at "Exit, pursued by a bear" now.


It's a cool blog. Check it out.

EZRA POUND WAS FROM IDAHO

EZRA POUND WAS FROM IDAHO
...The Arrogant Poet You Hate to Love / Fuck This
...Pound I stood still and was a tree amid the wood knowing the truth of things
...Questions and overtures of hate are encouraged and can be directed
...Scripted nonsense and mindless questions no one answers 42%
...Ezra Pound will sit upon your bed
...Own heart and sees the depths of her own depravity her capacity to hate
...Yet I hate the idea of obedience to something which is wrong
...Ezra Pound and the Mysteries of Love
...some for love of slaughter in imagination learning to Ezra Pound
...Fuck me isn’t that what drove your own Ezra Pound crazy
...Ezra Pound born in Hailey Idaho but brought up in Wyncote Philadelphia
...A Loathsome Ezra Pound and His Devoted Lovers in Treason
...Ezra Pound Free Term Papers Free Research Papers and Free Ezra
...Beatings beatings beatings
...Let’s go to bed let’s lose ourselves in Homer who has read his Pound
...Here's Pope
...Yeats proposed marriage to her Ezra Pound had a secret
...Pound as Fuck Up
...He says many of us have the manner
...Certain things really do matter
...Art+Fuck
...Pound commands us to drink all of bitter quaffing with metric
...I had scarred Ezra Pound deeply and he was desperate to avert
...A man of genius has a right to scar deeply fear censure and slaughter
...Phooey and fuck em being anti-eskimo it's all racist hogwash
...Ezra Pound and William Burroughs scare the shit out of me
...How dare you write this twerp
...Feeling lonesome in a crowd of random strangers, all that Ezra Pound shit
...Leather trimming smack in the middle
...In a letter customs all that horse shit to me bulls ain’t exotic
...A crock of idiotic shit 28%
...O regurgitated propaganda no one watches 0%
...without being a Christian or Buddhist in the same way s/he values points by Ezra Pound
...The Seafarer's fine & I always liked him
...Could this description not also be easily shifted to apply to Ezra Pound
...Fuck you

SHMUCKS MUXTAPE

THIS MUXTAPE IS FUCKING AMAZING

IT IS BY A SECRET BLOGGER WHO HAS A SECRET (I CAN SEE IT) BLOG

nonconceptual peom ***99uhsj,

Sample To-Do List
-Monday-

2nd Week

-Tuesday-
* Make beds

* Make Beds-Change Sheets
* Quiet Time
* Quiet Time
* Check calender
* Check calender
* Take meat out of freezer
* Take meat out freezer
* $$ Work $$
* $$ Work $$
* Homework
* Homework--Vaccuum Upstairs
* Make Dinner--Wash white clothes
* Make Dinner--Wash light clothes
* Wash Dishes--Dry white clothes
* Wash Dishes--Dry light clothes
* Wipe Down kitchen
* Wipe Down kitchen
* Quick toy pick-up
* Quick toy pick-up
* Update checkbook
* Update checkbook
* Take recycling to the curb
* Bring in recycling
* Take garbage to the curb
* Bring in garbage
* Fold & put away white clothes
* Fold & put away light clothes
-Wednesday-

-Thursday-
* Make beds
* Make beds
* Quiet Time
* Quiet Time
* Check calender
* Check calender
* Take meat out of freezer
* Take meat out of freezer
* $$ Work $$
* $$ Work $$
* Homework--
* Homework--
* Make Dinner--Wash dark clothes
* Make Dinner
* Wash Dishes--Dry dark clothes
* Wash Dishes
* Wipe Down kitchen
* Wipe Down kitchen
* Quick toy pick-up
* Quick toy pick-up
* Update checkbook
* Sweep & quick mop floors
* Fold and put away dark clothes
* Garbage to the curb
* Update checkbook
-Friday-

-Saturday-
* Make beds
* Make beds
* Quiet Time
* Quiet Time
* Check calender
* Take meat out of freezer
* Wipe downstairs bathroom
* Print Online Coupons
* Take meat out of freezer
* Organize desk & pay bills
* $$ Work $$
* Grocery Shop
* Homework--
* Homework
* Make Dinner
* Make dinner
* Wash Dishes
* Wipe down kitchen
* Wipe Down kitchen

* Update Checkbook
* Sweep & quick mop floors
* Wipe upstairs bathroom
* Garbage to the curb



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Date: Sun, Jun 8, 2008 at 3:22 PM
Subject: FW: FW: Eisenhower warned us
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General Eisenhower Warned Us!







It is a matter of history that when Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces, General Dwight D. Eisenhower, found the victims of the death camps, he ordered all possible photographs to be taken, for the German people from surrounding villages to be ushered through the camps, and even made to bury the dead.

He did this because he said, in words to this effect:


'Get it all on record now - get the films - get the witnesses -because somewhere down the road of history, some dumb bastard will get up and say that this never happened'

This week, the UK removed The Holocaust from its school curriculum because it 'offended' the Muslim population, which claims it never occurred. This is a frightening portent of the fear that is gripping the world, and how easily some countrys are giving into it.

It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended. This e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain, in memory of the,






6 million Jews,





20 million Russians,





10 million Christians





and 1,900 Catholic priests




who were 'murdered, raped, burned, starved, beaten, experimented on, and humiliated' while the German people and a lot of the world looked the other way!


Now, more than ever, with Iran, among others, proclaiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth,' it is imperative to make sure the world never forgets.




This e-mail is intended to reach 400 million people! Be a link in the memorial chain and help distribute this around the world.

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SPRUNG FORMAL!!!!!

The Kansas City Art Institution has released their Sprung formal. It's immaculate and wonderful. I don't know these kids. But I'd like to.

There's some great work by Michael Magee, Tao Lin, Jennifer L. Knox, K. Silem Mohammad, Sandra Simmonds, and Hazel. Not to mention great art by the students themselves. This book is worth FAR MORE than $10.

Buy it here!





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Also check out Bryan's new poem. I'd like to call it nontextuality. It is spoken only. Never written down. I think I'm going to try nontextuality as well. Maybe it'll be a movement. If anyone has ever wanted to be in a movement but never got on the train early enough, join him! Maybe I'm jumping the gun. Talk to Bryan.

BRYAN COFFELT: REVOLUTION MAKER

MUXTAPE ATE MY SOUL

HERE

Poetry Exercise

A. abalone call
B. building nurseries vocational
C. cribbage slats from foam
D. Dada above & through
E. even Palo Alto supports
F. fallout on our tongues
G. gonna buy me a short track
H. Hamming it up & robbing the fire
I. I'm shed and past longing
J. jamming limbs past granite
K. killing jet packs
L. lists trample blue on table top
M. Mango hum Mango drop Mango brought
N. Nono slips down a fruit path
O. opportunity dreading the lines
P. pithy birds in flight
Q. quiet ought trips
R. ripe shirts go up
S. sustained a chord a valve a cavity
T. thump rumble bramble thump
U. under flat skin ripples
V. velocity ripping through air
X. xylaphone broke and older
Y. yachts modeling cold drinks
Z. Zebra lets loose on outbound bees

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By the way, finals are killing me. I just want to be done and write poetry all summer and count books.