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ACADEMIC LITERARY CRITICISM 4/9?/95 paul, here's stooge spoof with oberc     if you be curly then maybe you can run it like a wheel around the floor, go great comedy slap-stick, ok? if it don't work trash it      get plenty more porno for the thing how about total glory lesbian porno? yeah, TAPROOTS is good      bob gruman or what's his name adds a nice perspective like to "language" poetry, but it's only a matter of time he fucks with us      i'm sure we don't fit into the intellectualisms, at least according to him      bennett's response surprised me a bit, but so what      that book's probably the least attacking than any! jesus HAPPY BIRTHDAY motherfucker will await on yr response to the thing i sent you already about NAKEDNESS of weinman      if you want something different let me know more of direction you want me to go      yeah, send me a bunch of the nude white boy      ok, thanks for more spoofs      i got a good supply now except for the hartenbach, down to like 10     keep yr cock down at readings      no sexual frenzy masturbation (try it!) on stage that's common sense       or mary on her knees sucking while you recite yr odes!      over & out, 4/10?/95 mckinnon called last night questioning UPC conference      now that nimmo's resigned i'm having 2nd thots too      won't be right without kurt there      all these goddamn politics         i'll give myself a month to see what happens, but i might back out      i only have a couple vacation days      pat sd he just wants to come out to erie & visit      he thot yr nude thing pretty funny & noble      later lonnie called, very drunk, asking to me if i'd read for dave pratt's benefit reading, dave's dying of cancer (at 52), i don't know the guy, i sd sure, may 6th or something at the annex, i met pratt about 10 years ago at the micheline reading when dave & his likewise trashed friend gave jack trouble & lonnie had to intervene      anyways, sure, i'll read, & not in the nude drank guiness with john biggie friday night in wee hours almost coming down to boycotting UPC is a more correct participation mckinnon off pot, has long since drinking (a wild drunk), but he talked about some strange-acting drug, made from like rain-forest plants, that lasts 30 hours & restores memory, you can't function you need somebody straight to help you, but you realize, you remember everything in yr life     it's a cold rain this morning, just lovely      maybe ACADEMIC LITERARY CRITICISM is a good stooge title      i imagine you do a good curly imitation, right?      expose all secrets to society, he by moe wants to press his lips on my ass-cheek, leave a suck-kiss tattoo for morning when i can't sit to type a poem about his tongue in my hairy asshole, about my yellow cum signature on his chinny-chin-chin & my baseball bat cock hefted up over my shoulder to blast one over a fence of disgust she by moe wants to dribble pee over my prone chest since i'm drunk i giggle ok do it bitch it's warm lime juice really it's cool, she' s strung my wrists back & my ankles down so i can just wiggle tickles dripping off the sides of my ribs "i can now tell my friends i've pissed on a poet" she snickers, turns over me, her great wide ass appears widened by her long fingers, & something like a dirty head of a tulip-bulb appears pushing thru moist brown ground i gulp I HAVE SEEN THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION i begin to stutter, to pronounce my by moe sister presents me with a translated egyptian love poems book i'm 18 & have not yet totally visualized her masturbating at sweet 16 nobody by moe knows what to say about my poems a few people nod saying very good i'm thinking fuck all you ass- sucks you motherfucking shit excuses for an audience she by moe realizes moments after our tongues twirl together thru our mouths & my right hand is milking her left tit my other hand is at her buckle, pulling hey she pushes away you're drunk & i'm on the rag he by moe discounts eventual liver destruction & any fact of middle-age crisis as real it's like he don't see gruesome death like a dog don't see the future, tells me to fuck off & eat shit which brings a cheshire smile to my face & the feel of my blade in my back pocket some by moe fucks in this underground shit are so much more insane than i, a comforting perspective to write thru, that my shit's more stable more packed than psycho beams come tumbling down over the very heads of these strange cunts these psychotic typists who hate sanity like regular words ain't enough for a state of terror some by moe shit-head writes to ask why i work in FACTORIES in an obviously unbearable environment why don't i try teaching in a university? i envision the girls ah if only i was smart enough i cld be sniffing student seats seduce some freshman pussy shit man i guess i fucked up, cuntface she by moe tells me she has her hand down under the blanket & her jeans are unzipped & she's fingering her pussy as we talk across the darklit room i say i don't believe you she asks wanta sniff?offering her hand out i stride over, smell pure fresh pussy on her fingers-tips, lick, she' hiked her sweater up & mammoth tits heave      she spreads her wet fingers across both huge nipples & i go down to slurp & suck, tongue & lather, whispering in my hair she asks are you gonna write a poem about this? i by moe think you're a perverse motherfucker he whines swerving his car hard around a cement pillar 60 miles an hour in the guts of the city & this was my fate, pure & simple, to die with this psycho asshole editor at the wheel in this chicago slum where nothing feels right or as right as blessed morphine & the taste of marijuana cunt & her mouth, the girl this editor hates, gobbling on my cock like a hungry humming cannibal she wanted to eat my historical cum she by moe is wearing a sheer flowery grandma dress nothing underneath i'm just in khaki shorts no underwear either & hugging her fully i feel my sausage fatten she likes my poetry she must feel it too at the bottom of her belly she's moistening a mist spreads between her legs curling up from her bare feet smells like troubled nectar poisoned honey & i'm just too fearful of aids to eat her out but she does not mind swallowing my seeds as i finger-fuck her vast swamp in the kitchen larry by moe see this hair in my hand? clump of elephantine pubic bush, right?      is that a bald cunt i see on the top of yr head?      can i fist-fuck it? curly by moe ummme, you betta watch dat rancid farting you fat pig pussy-ass faggot or i'll fuck more shit outta you than you even got in that fat gut i ain't laughing i'll jab yr eyes with more than fingers you fat fuckhead now suck it nice wake up & go to sleep & swallow she by moe sits naked already fucked & leaking my sperm on top of a cream-pie squatting so low i gotta chuckle shit baby i exclaim what's that FEEL like she all girlish sheepishly grins you'll have to taste it ok o my happy sloppy face