THE FINAL KLANGS SHOW
Friday May 2nd
7:00 p.m.
8 bucks
w/ the Khrusty Brothers
This is your last time to see me dance fighting in a unitard!!!
There is also a secret special effects masterpiece in the works that you will not want to miss.
Nonsense in a new medium. Poems, Plays, Prose, Political Satire and Philosophical treatises. (Warning: Site may also contain other genres beginning in the letter "P" such as puns, or pomegranates).
Alien vs. PredatorI freaking love the line "I translate the Bible into velociraptor." Man I wish I could have taken some poetry while I was wasting all that money on a theater degree.
by Michael Robbins January 12, 2009 issue of The New Yorker
Praise this world, Rilke says, the jerk.
We’d stay up all night. Every angel’s
berserk. Hell, if you slit monkeys
for a living, you’d pray to me, too.
I’m not so forgiving. I’m rubber, you’re glue.
That elk is such a dick. He’s a space tree
making a ski and a little foam chiropractor.
I set the controls, I pioneer
the seeding of the ionosphere.
I translate the Bible into velociraptor.
In front of Best Buy, the Tibetans are released,
but where’s the whale on stilts that we were promised?
I fight the comets, lick the moon,
pave its lonely streets.
The sandhill cranes make brains look easy.
I go by many names: Buju Banton,
Camel Light, the New York Times.
Point being, rickshaws in Scranton.
I have few legs. I sleep on meat.
I’d eat your bra—point being—in a heartbeat.