you drive me crazy with your “dirty pussy gravy
poems”! i am in a little tizzy right now sifting thru
papers etc trying to get this damned zine together. i
have no time! your batch of poems were great! damn
you! i love your true-blue american songs of
delightful despair! however, i am not sure about the
chewy (not crispy) bacon thing. see the crispy bacon,
in my opinion, works better because you can break it
up into your eggs. at least that is what cool guys
from indiana do.

much love and many taters