Here it is, the chapbook looking snazzy in it's simple square format.
Here I am wrapping it up in Christmas wrapping.
Here is a letter addressed to a cleaner, any cleaner really...
Here is the inside of the card.
And here is it, being left on a table at the food court in Whitfords City, just next to the escalator up to the cinemas. You see when you stop eating a cleaner will wipe your table and remove whatever junk you forgot about/were too lazy to remove and I decided that, hey... they're cleaners. It's important but they work when you've left so they hardly get any thanks right? So... what better gift than a vegan poet they've never heard of from the internet?
I have four other chapbooks in my possession. I'm sure to think of other interesting ways to give them to people/strangers.
For those who want to know what lies within the pages of said chapbook, here it is in full.
1 comment:
sweet
good job
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