JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK
Good Luck To Us
It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.
—Hunter S. Thompson
Yo. Trainer here, James the Great—off the summer but back with your real, anti-parent ultra-sound. I’m sharing part 44 of OATMILK&COLD INSTANT with my paid subscribers below. It’s the crown jewel of the terrible summer, neither making nor living and getting my kicks in suffering a major-depressive disorder.
No tickee no laundry casual subscriber but we ‘onna get you at the door and anyway cordially invite you to help raise funds for upcoming releases from Yellow Lark Press with a dinner out in the sticks. Hit me, it’ll be our own private burning man sans the self-righteousness and perverted sex (well maybe just a little).
Keep me in Monkey’s Milk (18mg) and ElectroLit, but better, take your place at the table. Hitch your wagon to my star, we gon pitch a wang dang doodle, live and laugh and die awhile.
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