FRIZZ UNFURL / FAX FROM HUNGRY TIMES PRESS / NOTHER EDITION / DODO
There was a strange turn of events last month. I saw it myself. There was a hole in the wall, big enough for a brute.
It came outta nowhere and led nowhere too, deep into the walls and in-between what's between them.
DOWN DEEP.
We're patching it up with stucco but also thought of using the yogurt in the break room before it all goes "off".
I saw his ghastly office door, now gone awol, all haunty and shit - that one mentioned in the first fax from Void Fox, leaning keen at the laundry mat up on Grant Street beside a folding machine that mangles kids to bits (just guessing). There's a bench in the park that had the door there leaning onto a glinty red dewey Madrone at an angle, as if furniture were practically Fonz.
These things came at inopportune times, so I put it into song and ignored texts asking about the boss and its whereabouts.
BB was already handling that stuff. She's culpable.
Where he went was deep and where he is now ain't any mind to this Minnie, not since I saw the bare dusty footprints strutting up on the walls and on the ceiling.
I got faith in freak.
I got faith in freak.
Good ole' naw naw's UH numbwhere.
UH ANYWHO
Come on sisters and brothers, Trans, daddies, mamas, nanas, num nums. Get close and send your monetary gifts in form of checks mixt with lil' presents to our new PO Box mailing address (COMING SOON). Mail Art and Friendship Peace Gangs are cool with us. Let's be pen pals, but above UH all pals, asshole. I accept nothing but love and likewise my love is rough as sandpaper, but true as sweet rain.
The printers are humming hot, more news coming soon. We might have a subscription-based bargain with the devil that will be made available soon for new works from TELEVISION FOR GHOSTS and our MUTANT BOOKS projects - POST-VALLEY - fathoms deeper than death. Shalo P wanted me to personally convey that- Wait. Wait. Wait. UH.
Just got an urgent fax from Hungry Times Press:
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