The trash was weird today, on my way to work. Everyone was throwing out mirrors.
Also, on one block, the only two bags of garbage sitting next to each other held a) about 12 large bottles of Gatorade and b) blue shredded paper. It looked like someone got all hopped up on Gatorade and then decided they hated the color blue and tried to destroy it.
Since I've moved, no one has thrown out anything yet that I've spotted and taken back to my apartment.
I will pay someone $100 dollars if they write a really convincing and intelligent description of my manuscript (a la the artists statement). Just 2 paragraphs. I'm not joking. Email me and I'll send you my ms and you can tell me what I'm trying to do with my poetry. For $100.
Think how many jars of peanut butter you could get.
Travel safely to Arkansas. See you there.