scrawled on a porcelain cake from the Tang Dynasty was an address for a party.  a lounge chair affair.

pets loaded into empty television boxes.  my leash is rawhide.  my lunch is beef jerky.  my name is Juice Grape.  my best friend is Juice Melon. we go around singing stuff into tubes.  one time we bought some old tubes and made garbage disposal sounds at the headquarters for sophisticated living arrangements.  they weren’t too proud to find out we never even went to their conservatory.  now, we mostly just apply for grants to curate art shows in places we’ve read about in black books.