CHORUS: POEM FOR VOICES, a work in regress, a.k.a. NOTES TO SELF is a regular book. It's a medieval morality play about twenty four people trying to have a good time with strep throat. Old people sit around, bad stuff happens and they don't care very much : they're old, you understand? Reader, have you ever wondered how much an angel's harp weighs? Or wondered what it feels like to chew about seven pieces of gum all at once? One hundred and twenty pounds is the answer. Amazing. FIND OUT MORE inside.

WHAT'S HAPPENED to literature? Before copyright, the creepy monks would write real curses on their encyclopedias, they believed then in the power of words! If I say all your limbs will turn to worms and boil and you agree with me THEN we've BOTH achieved something. This book is a dramatization of one weepy kid from the suburbs of the mind gaining the power of prophesy when an angel licks the window and its tongue gets stuck like a weird fish : it flew away without its tongue! Ha ha ha!.