Things are getting hairy. No, not down there, I hit puberty months ago. I mean the Sasquatch I am tracking. There are no Sasquatch on the Internet, and that is scary to me. When absurd loses its meaning we are all Shelley's rowboat: no current current.
I.
I'll intuit a while - itching for inklings -
Sitting high on a pile of Inuit tile
Smile. I think things, I think.
J.
Joyous Hajj just south of Jersey
To abject jub-drowned jurisdiction
Jingoes judged by jilted juries
K.
Jack a whole stack of darkened 8-tracks,
For a lark in the park putting smack into sacks
Crystalline cracks lack the tact of your act
Because even when you are too good for structure, environment and assholes' opinions, you still need all of those things to express the original thought.
- Bullfrog Kauffman
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