I guess I hate eulogies. Lucia Berlin lived in whatthefuck. this is stranded, not flim and flam work in a life of each moment. a writer who cleaned, who did for. this isn't touching but a lot of other words. a lot. she was good, good enough. I guess there was trouble to relate her. the schemes are in. Creeley weighs in with metronome. just some bourgeois damage. goodbye, if it's decent.