Saturday, August 28, 2004
fergit the code tawk, le's speak natchel
but sof', whut lurks up side John-Boyson's haid? phone call fum Perloff. direckives haf gotten loose. back t'haidquarters t'confab wif Silliman, as enny fool kin plainly see. someone leaked out th' rules but they got misread, cuss it all t' tarnation. when yo' stan' up at a poetry read, doesn't set down, as enny fool kin plainly see. stan' on an' on, this hyar is rule one. all other rules is rule one. af'er th' effeckive wo'ds haf been used, stop, doesn't keep usin' th' used ones. this hyar is rule one. it is only bein' nice. ajunts in th' field haf died fo' our on account o'. time fo' a noos flash: Ajunt Gioia brin's a posy wif secret instruckshuns. th' wawk is in th' field, cuss it all t' tarnation. th' field is about, as usual, ah reckon. readin' this hyar will hafta be rule one, too.