Pie I Bought Yesterday at the 3 Dog Bakery

• Baltimore, yesterday morning, 5:40. Photo by Earthgirl.
• All's fine, was a planned Baltimore at 5:40 in morning thing.
• It means disc yesterday, disc today, disc Saturday.
• Retribalization. As in kin, by design by the unKind.
• Life in the Fuckyouocene. 
• The primacy of the Fuck You.
• We are being assholocized.
• The Rise of the Auto-Complete Culture.
• See Tate poem below.
• Genocidal culture busker haircut #6.
• Very little Britain.
• Brighton Dam. On my long drives to RFK for United games (which I miss far more than United games) I would cross Brighton Dam from MOCO to Howard.
• Jim on the process of Jim's new novel.
• If you ask him, he'd probably welcome your reading it and feed back.
• I did this for someone five years ago, forgive me, never again (even if I did trust my reading, which I don't).
• Bronk, who I've never got, I mentioned to one of his apostles last week.
• The History of Punk Rock in 200 Tracks.

A KNOCK ON THE DOOR

James Tate

They ask me if I've ever thought about the end of

the world, and I say, "Come in, come in, let me

give you some lunch, for God's sake." After a few

bites it's the afterlife they want to talk about.

"Ouch," I say, "did you see that grape leaf

skeletonizer?" Then they're talking about

redemption and the chosen few sitting right by

His side. "Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?" I

am surrounded by burned up zombies. "Let's

have some lemon chiffon pie I bought yesterday

at the 3 Dog Bakery." But they want to talk about

my soul. I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies

everywhere. "Would you gentlemen like to take a

nap, I know I would." They stand and back away

from me, out the door, walking toward my

neighbors, a black cloud over their heads and

they see nothing without end.