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Okay, here's what I would now like to do for my next poem...a living breathing art project.
--First, I need some sort of grant...NEA, Penn, Villanova, Pew Charitable Trust, whatever...
--Second, I'm going to need 37 Cellar Dwellars. Each of you will be painted with a word. The grant will help to pay you a fee for your time and the mess you will endure.
--Third, I will gather all of you at LOVE Park (15th and JFK Blvd., across from City Hall).
--Fourth, I will play a moshable song (something by System of a Down or Ministry) and you will be forced to mosh in a cordoned-off area. The music will then stop at a random point to be decided by me.
--Wherever you're all standing in the end, that is what the poem will be.
These are the 37 words that will be used:
Duck
Chasing
Tampon
Pixy Stix
Fiend
Crucify
Peanuts
Butterscotch
Crawling
Lifting
Vagina
Lilies
Bowling
Turquoise
Matador
Is
Ain't
Try
Teach
Pilgrimage
Incubus
Stutter
Pornography
Sleeping
Chasing
Writhe
Rose
Liberty
Pencil
Telephone
Jerky
Hanger
Vengence
Discombobulated
Vegetable
Subsist
Diarrhea
Anyone willing to donate themselves or money, kindly contact me by PM.
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