#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Dream of Min O’Storn
Lets See…
Storn and I were
eating sushi, drinking kirin
and talking in soft tones
in a well lite artfuck
coffee shop when suddenly
we were playing pente
with Jeff
The rules were odd…
one roled dice and positioned that many pieces or something (it was actually considerable more complicated).
I being drunk, was confused – after folling 18 on three dice slammed
18 blue pieces in the center of the board and declared
myself victorious – Stonr and Jeff turned mean
and began to Argue which one of them had one enraged a pulled
out my and urinated on the board to the applaus of a previously
concealed audience.

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