2026 May I Ask Your Forgiveness For Putting a Dismemberment Plan Song In Your Ears, It’s In My Head, Be In Yours, or: The Artist As a Gyroscope With a Howard Nemerov Poem In His Head, Be In Yours

Still spinning. Since I proclaimed a fake break from here my pings here have doubled from seven a day to FOURTEEN! woot, a thefuck I must end! Guess (you) the colors I have left, and I kept rejects around to paint on their warped backsides so yes I’ve been painling and wresting, the above suggests to me more light than dark resulting. Nemerov. They’re precocious, I’ve got Doctor Sevrin ears