[Photo] March 1
I would be William Shakespeare—zounds. / But I am madder than 12 Ezra Pounds. [Poem]
This is a mad-capped, in-the-tradition-of-modern-art depiction of a notice I received from my bank, Wells Fargo, telling me that my account had, imagine, been inexplicably compromised, but through the bank’s humble, heroic and unremunerated efforts, no one was able to pilfer from me the $4.27 I keep in my checking account, so that I might feel secure.
TweetYasushi Akashi Does Not Wear a Brassiere, Either She disappeared real quick in her braless Pink Outfit now she reappears like a helicopter and passing me by Without existential malaise no no Prozac so Young in the glory of an April cruel cruel April Morning I gasp at the nearest Mausoleum. She would be […]