Magdalena Zurawski Blank Sodomy Puppies In the debits of our souls a little green martian eats paint and awaits lead poisoning. I may or may not be the little green martian. I have or have not eaten blue paint. Someday I will perform a great feat and free all the lead-poisoned minds. I will free martians from the shackles of habit. I have not swum across great theories that loosely touch me, so I am freer to free the martians and the sodomized puppies. I, with no intellectual idea, am free to think on my own and correct what needs to be corrected, free the puppies of sodomy in their closets of desperation barking blue "I" into the night. I have never eaten lead and promise to never eat lead. I promise to never sodomize puppies or to hate myself. I promise to sing songs on the banks of Costa Rica while I eat the working class grub of sand dunes and escape the shelter of American education. Propaganda is on the radio while the country is libidinal. I have not, nor will I ever, sodomize working class propaganda. I desperate will love no man or child but save my affections for a medium-sized woman with a strong grip (firm handshake). It is not in the question to love or long for the lovely masses of uneducated propagandists that shoot themselves in the proverbial head, believing that they must eat martian lead, knowing that they are free to eat the martian lead. They are the true sodomized puppies though they have eaten dinner on the left bank. I say down with all banks. Stuff your money in your ears. Let the wax multiply in head vaults. Let the rich eat earwax, wax their lady friends’ asses with it. I promise to never wax my lady friend’s ass with earwax. I promise to sodomize her upon request while shoving the money of rich bastards in my ears. Issue #2