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A woman just called me and asked, "Do you all ever publish books that contains fiction poetry?"

Was it wrong of me to hang up?

I got Chinese food today, and it ruled hardcore. It competes with my favorite place in New Haven, which surprised me.

My fortune said that I would soon enjoy a wonderful trip. Where'm I goin', folks? Please tell me.

I've noticed some people being really excited about Poison shows this summer. WTF? I mean, yeah, I liked some questionable bands back in the '80s (*coughvinnievincentinvasioncough*), but POISON? But hey, whatever fluffs your mullet.

Someone should do a sick industrial version of "Every Breath You Take." It's got a riff that you could make heavy, it has creepy lyrics, and believe it or not, I can hear big, heavy drums behind it. I should do it meself.

I just wanna give it up for Biggie.

Oh, look at this cover of a book we're publishing. Is that shit not frightening? It's gonna give me baby makeup platypus nightmares. It's already made my gonads shrivel up. Kid looks like Divine in diapers. *shudder*