Bruiser by Calvin Pineda and The Antacids

went dumpster diving this weekend looking for a backpack. found a backpack, black jansport, mine now. inside small brown notebook labeled ALGEBRA 321. unlined. first page algebra notes. second page algebra notes. third page in scrawled semicursive font: "you are so horny." fourth page doodle very whimsical drawing of a squirrel.

overniting it to salt lake city amidst the vergical strawberring of spring, quickly quickly the Time Ref is jogging in his wobegotten kleets to catch you, wrap his arms around your waist and drag you back into the arena, and the churches are no good for shelter around here anymore, not since Dallin Oaks descended with his Chariots Of Liar. he doesn't know you've got the missing pages. he doesn't know you've got a lighter in your zipper pocket. ohoho, no, he doesn't know.

ah! will miracles never cease. three days in the practice rooms in between oboeists and flautists making their mark on the walls of the classical world, a polite graffiti of noise indicating "excuse me but tonight we agreed no more antipredeterminist language in the house, your mother is here." your mother is here and she uses your pronouns now. miracles indeed abound.

Guatemalan-American Antifolk Singer and Twilight Zone Enthusiast. Performs With: The Antacids and THE BAND FORMERLY KNOWN AS "PATRICIA".