4/12/09

pop

I am strangely amused that someone or something happened upon the latest flight formation of Thirteen Myna Birds via a seacrh for 'what type of birds pop out their chest'. I think I might even co-opt that line for a new poem.

Also, I currently only have two remaining unspoken for copies of MONDO CRAMPO, so anyone who still wants in in that gooey action should probably act fast.