TEXT: Can it be that the whole time we think we're climbing to the top we're really about to fall out the bottom?

page 7, 7/26/07 by Frank Michael Frank

page 6, 7/21/07 by Kristine Leja

Text:
"way back before they knew to test for such things.
when yellow
was a shade, a pallor, an almost sheen.

paramour paled in blue light;
a figurine spun into
tulled skirts, a fluff, a touch of ponce, a seat in a closet doo
--a remarkable prismed light, a slainte view--
piecemeal torn into strips
this formed view
this black center, giving away, sink
into the grayish pool
recline in air
a moment in time like no other

blood red orange peels
rinds scraped into pans
her color is scarlet
an ink wrapped scar

Dolly of mine
in red patent down
cross legged
a whip stitch smile"

whoo whirl whip whip

page 5, 4/11/07 by B.Hofmeister

Text: "Happy birthday to you. happy birthday to you. happy birthday, dear Brian... I destroyed a small city!"

page 4, 4/19/07 by B.Hofmeister

Text: "My earliest dreams, not nocturnal, but wakeful aspirations, always were abstracted into images of me flying weightless through the clouds. It's true. My earliest imaginings of admiration and love were often abstracted into images of me with the strength and the will to throw the loved one in question high into the air and catching them."

page 3, 3/07 by R.N.H.

This Mixtape Gone To Heaven

page 2, 3/7/07 by Frank Michael Frank feat. Gradylove

By FMF and Gradylove
Text (Gradylove): "cluster is the sound of the world gathered. let it be my truth syrum. let it lighten me. let us be safe. and reckless. let me write the words as they appear. and burn them down later until the sound is little more than gorgeous. let kindness save the day. let us count. today and today and today. give me one reason more. and one less."