Tea minus, 12 minutes till #AkronBreadbox. That spelling is correct; I hired a panhandler to steal my cup of Earl Grey as some last-minute promotional performance-art.
My agent/parakeet broker/oatmeal whisperer/spiritual consultant tells me: the bird is singing, the porridge is lukewarm, Mercury is in Gatorade, and that I'm supposed to appear on this program tonight. #AkronBreadbox, fasten your frankfurters.
Being a Dadaist & lifelong condimensseur, I am all for chaos, however: abominations, against Akron-kind and beyond.
#StadiUmThoseAreWarCrimes#MayNo
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We are all here against our Will.
Some people's is "Smith." Some, "Ferrell." Others, "-em Dafoe."
Mine is "you be at #AkronBreadbox on March 16th?"
Highly specific, I'm aware, but 'tis the burden of genius.