and so begins the cruel month. i hereby combat using:

a) grown men shouting into grand pianos.
the best part is, no one has the sustain pedal jammed so its just shouting into a piano, dead. a fact making it more delicious and absurd, for varying reasons.
also..

b) the adult/child situation.
a durational piece, lasting approx 33years as it stands.

c) post op pain.
a constant, hopefully becoming a variable, soon to become nothing.

d) semi automatic writing..
is this loading pens with bullets from the subconscious?

i endorse a and d as b and c are rather hellish.