Monday, February 11, 2008

Dear Mr. Berry, What the Fuck...



When was the last time you got yr nails did?! sheeeit..
Welcome to the FAM, or shall I say, we're happy to meet you..

1 comment:

[FAMskool] of Poet5 said...

"Berryman, the one who haunts me on twin city streets - in the shadows, Berryman. in the shadows of the places i think, but have no real proof, that you may have been drunk, may have been a number of things beyond my grasp. come back to minneapolis, john berryman: we've changed, we're tolerable, we're minnesota-nice, and this time in a non-passive-agressive way - our flour mills are half-empty museums and condos for the half-full folks from edina, minnetonka. it's a peach, the whole damned place. but you'll have to give up smoking, unless you're ready to make the winter-slippery half-drunk drive down 94, or University, ar another chute, another ladder to saint paul: it's a long story, mayoral politics and republican trickeries; you've been gone so long, missed so much - we'll go to palmer's and i'll bring you up to speed, alright? that i would have the gall to suggest i've something to offer here, in the shadows - on the boulevard, on the west embankment, in the shadows of the one place i'm sure you've been - lucid, drunk, i'm not sure- gone, i'm sure."