When You're Here, You're Family. [jimbehrle at gmail dot com]

* Enough bedeviling the lesser blogs for me. Me and my
flarf queen are going upcountry to watch the World Cup Finals and fuck in the clean, clean open air of supermarket parking lots. Meanwhile check out my latest blogged chapbook,
City Point. Its run completely sold out years ago (turns out that isn't entirely true), I found a copy (with some fluid of some kind on the back cover) a few days ago.
(Purple) Notebook of the LakeFrom All the New State CapitalsThe Sonnets
Jimmy blows Ron. Get 'em while they're hot.

* I hope you get *60* more!

I've never been sooo in love! Read all about it at (kiss, kiss)
Natasha's blog! You're #1, baby!

*
Dylan Thomas wins Irish Derby. I think more race horses should be named after poets. Especially the ones that always lose. And whine about it. It comes as no surprise that Thomas has been reincarnated as a horse (probably a White Horse). To make him run they let him know there's a bottle of Bushmill's at the end of the track.

From Jimmy and the Naked Cowboy!

* Right sandwich, wrong team. I got fatter than Ronaldo at the Carnegie Deli as photographed by a very tall French guy.