The Meaning of Life Du Jour – Fiction

March 1, 1996

My job, as well as yours, as a living, breathing, normally-functioning human being, is to get out of bed. Unfortunately, it’s not as easy a job as it sounds.

Prelude to a Lick – Column

February 1, 1995

I’ll be here til the supernova. When I burn-out, I’ll submit love poetry about flowers and shit to the wanker lit. journals from my lean-to in the mountains.

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