Monday, November 17, 2014

I killed time by reading this.

I killed the mood by showing up. I killed the power and killed the show. The band almost killed it. I killed the lights, then I killed my enemy. I killed the dragon for my king. I killed millions for my country. I killed the bottle by drinking it. I killed the joint by smoking it. I killed the raccoon by driving over it. I killed the conversation when I mentioned unmentionables. I killed a man for money. I killed a man that almost killed me. I killed for pleasure, I don't anymore. I killed the rat in my house. I killed the rat in my organization. I killed an elephant, they are extinct now. I killed the chance for the future to study a live elephant. I killed the elephant for pleasure. I killed my brother. I killed my aunt. I killed my father. I killed my fuckin' dog. I killed a lot of things. I killed germs off my hands. I killed Germans with my hands. I killed my braincells. I killed them all. But most importantly I Killed my Father. I killed him for pleasure.


Friday, August 8, 2014

Get Ready To Be Sucked On!

Get ready for this summer's next blockbuster pile of nothing! No, it's not Shia La Beouf running rampant with his Robot-Friendship League of Goodness or a particular Greek trying to cope with domestic life, after having completed an incredible to-do list, becoming a soldier of fortune or aging film stars turned retired soldiers turn the world's most feared anti-terrorist/terrorist unit. No, sorry this next blockbuster has none of that. In fact it's not even a movie or a blockbuster. Nevertheless, get ready for zombies [a shotgun blast is heard], traveling people [a crowd of people scream], love and loss [a woman crying], weird things [yet another shotgun blast], triangles [the sound of people gasping], and not too many dick jokes [a hearty round of applause]. Get ready for the action-adventure-family-comedy-sci-fi-classic-with-something for everybody-and-a-heart-in-just-the-right-spot twenty-third installment of the Nada series. Get ready to be sucked on by "Getting suckedon by the Bermuda Triangle".

also download it

also if you're in the Seattle area August 23rd-24th, stop by the Vera Project and say hello to Nada and the other great tables at the Seattle Anarchist Bookfair

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Россия, вы всегда будете в моем Хартленд

Imagine Vladimir Putin and Ambraham Lincoln arm wrestling in a snow capped valley in the arctic or maykosky and Hart crane laying bridge and eating cheese curds looking with unsteady eyes at lake Erie and maybe arguing although you get the sense that Cranes rather bored. Parts of Indiana resemble parts of Crimea and both of them are shadows of something that one could call home. Russia you'll always be in my heartland.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014


                Hurricane Laura is back, she is in every city at any given time, and depending on geographic location, a catastrophe or a murmur heard under world or in the stratosphere. I have given three years to thinking about the damage reaped by hurricanes, and already so many words and hours and yet, so many to come with Hurricane Laura, who, like the aftermath of Sandy, is only a heap of failure and alert sensitivity to doom, but there have always been and always will be hurricanes, I'm spending all my money on hurricane protection, but I doubt it will do a thing, you know me.  

Already so invested in the situation


Monday, January 27, 2014

Anothing fucking Monday

Monday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so -- because it began another week's slow suffering in school. He generally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday, it made the going into captivity and fetters again so much more odious.

People on Monday

if you are in the New York Area, join us for De Sade LaBeouf, a reading, at Mellow Pages Library, February 10th 8pm, 56 Bogart St Brooklyn NY 11206.