shoulder to cry on

we found out / that it's cheaper to build a book online and order it / glossy cover and all / than it is to go out and get a photocopy of the same w/ out cover

so now i have a bunch of review copies to pass around

to see if anyone will actually read this three day novel / i wrote last September / in my van / a surf / s/f novel

and offer real opinions and advice / Jake painted the cover

i had thought this was going to be paperback sized. it's not, it's magazine size, if you would like to receive a copy drop me your address and i'll mail one out to you / but / you'll have to send me back corrections or advice / or bad news

this is my personnel

i hate to talk about art / but love found pieces of crap

and homes encapsulated in bamboo

living in shitty apartments with old appliances and radiators

boarded up / accordion gated forgotten storefront dreaming

dirt roads between city streets /mud puddles / and the smell of hall

pools of brackish ran out of money

bee houses ? bee houses ? bee houses ?

pushing buttons / ringing alarm / holding doors / looking in mirrors

pretending to believe in things / to have favorites

keeping my fucking mouth shut / shutting the fuck up

breaking in my first car / another car and you http://blownbrown.blogspot.com/2011/02/1973-satellite.html

birds nests on cold winter days lack of snowfall

caged dioramas

massive groupings of similar things

looking into trashed out windows / peeping / against peeling paints potato chip fragility

browsing through piles of debris

collecting / or evidence

the emptiness of endings / NE!L~