April 28th, 2011 / 8:51 am
Behind the Scenes

Patience, an Asterisk, or the Kitchen

Not so Young today, eh Mike? Happy birthday to our gang’s torch-bearer. In truth if I could see it like any other I think it’d be like Mike Young. No one understands the elasticity of words like he does. No one births knowledge within me with the Other words like Mike. He tells me what I already know in such a way that I didn’t know I knew it. That’s how he usurps my brain. He makes me dumber and smarter while I thought I was looking for a spanking machine. He giggles a high titter. Until midnight tonight you can celebrate old boy’s birth with PGP by getting his poem book for just $6 which is $300 less than the perceived value of the poem “Let’s Build the Last Song and Sneak Away While Everyone Else Is Listening,” $100 of which you can watch below the fold.




  1. Joseph Young

      amidst all that camo-grunt green and beige, mike is all special ops black. hb, my!

  2. Mike Young

      aww, this is one of the kindest paragraphs i’ve ever gotten. you are a superconductor, a-rob.

  3. Mike Young

      thank you cousin-in-spirit! hope the sculpting is going well

  4. Janey' Smith

      Oh my god, I know some of those people! Happy Birthday, Mike!

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  6. kb

      are you sure the top two are not david cross w/more hair and greg giraldo w/less hair (and not dead)

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