Blurb

by Andrew Cox

When asked to write this blurb I was reluctant. The new math I was taught as a kid does not add up to words I subtract here. The near misses of summer camp ask for a recount sure they were cheated. Diagramming sentences no longer yields the grammar that would make old ladies cry for lost pets. I cannot say I read what’s in these pages with care but I was able to fall asleep and have dreams I cannot remember. I need to blow my nose and this is my favorite part. We all wait for the reply to tell us how to stop the ants from living in the clocks. Open the covers and read at your own risk. Make sure you don’t have an unnecessary religious experience. Nothing you learned on the playground will help you now.