pear/banana/blueberry/raspberry/grapefruit/ricemilk juice

I write about the greatest concept album in music history,
and then I write about some nice mellow stuff (although Uncle Kenny better heed Auntie Julianne's advice),
and then I write about the uncoolest record in the whole world except I love it.

All I do is write. Not much of a life, but lots of writing.

Now go read some Tom B. and work on your poetry. There's only nine days left!