http://www.lulu.com/content/5866542
This book, written by the admittedly imaginary mulya Pinkerton, is a delightful romp in literary nonsense. It is nothing more than what it claims to be, which is wonderfully uninhibited journaling about things such as werechildren, pickles, and the undoing of reality. The humor is engaging and a bit dark, with shades of Shel Silverstein, Douglas Adams, Walter Moers. (Another reviewer mentioned, of course, Lewis Carroll, and I have to agree.) I thoroughly enjoyed it, and give it bonus points for using the word "isotropy" in a poem.
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