Taryn came to visit – she writes amazing poems and got to go to Powell’s and somehow didn’t kill us when we rode 15 miles one night. She is made us vegetarian chicken broccoli peach casserole and is generally a good influence. Here’s a picture of Taryn in our backyard: 
Yeah, it’s pretty overgrown. It killed a lawn mower once.
I don’t know how I feel about flarf but I’m writing a flarf poem about one of my co-workers, based on her facebook. She dresses like a clown and plays a lot of Vampire and Mob Wars on the fb and stalking her gives me something to do at work. The grammar will be atrocious. It is intended to be a Marxist critique of something. Any advice is welcome.
Just finished Isa the Truck Named Isadore by Amanda Nadelberg, which was lovely if too cute(sy) sometimes, and am now working on I’m the Man Who Loves You by Amy King, which, so far, is amazing. Still reading For Love. And Marjorie Perloff. My brain sometimes feels like exploding and instead spending the whole day on textsfromlastnight.com. I recently joined goodreads.com which discourages me from writing reviews because I can just give a book the amount of stars relative to my general good-feeling towards it and then jerk my dick over how many I’ve accumulated and judged via numbers of stars. I’ve been working on a review of This in Which by George Oppen and the Objectivists, but this post is really just a post for the sake of writing a post and is therefore somewhat worthless. Every blog needs some filler, though, right
*Insert dick joke about how every girl needs some filler*