I was about to type regular visitors to this site, when I began wondering how many of my readers really are regular naturally and how many require a little greasing with a laxative and/or tent pole to get them doing the one thing that God put Man on earth for, which is to get our shit together, or if that isn't the reason, it should be.
I started blogging over at Internation Musings today, adding to the growing number of bit buckets where I am befouling the glorious InterWeb like some virtual Ahriman or a typical American lover of the outdoors who forgot to bring a litter bag with him during an outing in the pristine outback and little Johnny's Huggies will just have to stink in the sun. I'll try to post there once a week, assuming that the posts do not so incite the evil ones that they destroy us all with underarm deodorant bombs.
Also, a limited edition numbered and signed broadside of my poem I'm Dying is available from The Broadsider, a leisure service of Paul Fericano, who continues to run Yossarian Universal News Service despite our unfortunate deaths during the Reagan administration. I'm Dying originally appeared in The Stoogist Anthology and has become a favorite among condemned troublemakers awaiting execution in death row cells around the NOMF™.
You can buy individual copies of the poem or purchase it as part of the 2009 series of broadsides that includes work from Robert Bly, Anne Menbroker, AD Winans, Edward Field, Wanda Coleman, Hugh Fox, Laurel Speer, Ron Koertje, Gerald Locklin, Lyn Lifshin, and several others.
I'm also at work on Lock and Load (a guide on how to use your second amendment rights to make a killing even during down economic times), Projectile Dysfunction (what to do when that missile in your pants can't be disarmed), Penis Dementia (how to fit your insignificant penis into the space time continuum without getting blisters), and Completely Contrary (my autobiography as told to an imaginary enemy on Faceplant), which — taken as a whole — will finally explain what Dildo O'Thomas meant when he responded to being asked what the fuck he was trying to prove by saying: "Nothing. I'm just trying to start a new life is all."