I wear a pink headband, and dress in black: I am a poet; a SL,UT; and this is a beat novel on amphetamines. I’m trying to keep us on track, but the experiment is running its own course. I can’t complain. Experimentation is the key to satisfaction. When the factory is working it is really a jazz. Espresso cups are being pumped full of laptops propped open on the couch back. The g-doc is pumping with espresso. We are collecting. We are preaching. January is a dead moon month.