So it goes

[milo]

There was this poet I knew who spent each Saturday and most of Sunday and many evenings
writing 30% of the time and submitting 70% and she got published many times and got 2 books
published which sold almost 100 and 150 copies and then she died and her daughter didn't know
where to send her stuff and I recommended a poet I knew and then he died and his brother threw
it all out and I just found this out but if he hadn't I would have taken it and when I died it would
be sitting in boxes in the attic and my brother wouldn't know what the fuck to do with it.

thank god for pigpen - where it will stay forever