Brain Weevil

I am a performance artist. My media are juxtaposition, irony, and oxymoron. Hyperbole is my stage and apparent non sequitors are the nearly ubiquitous impetuses. I hope you enjoy it. If you don't, refer your concerns to the complaint department. If you're under 18 and reading this with a parent, congratulations on such a smart parent; otherwise, go away. You've been warned.

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16 June 2009

Poem for Mr. Love (not to be confused with Dr. Love... yet)

The story of Schroedinger's cat (an epic poem)










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This post courtesy Trevor at 10:12

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