302- Fernando Passoa Modern Dance Studio. Do you pony. Like hony maroni. Night of a thousand dancers. Rumba. Tango. vodka and orange premix cocktails. Worst drunk ever. The Beauty of the Husband: A Fictional Essay in 29 Tangos. Dance script with electric ballerinas. Not PK Dick. Fulton. Not the NY gov. Alice. Not the one who descends into rabbit holes. Of disinformation. 303- The Madwoman in the Attic. Jane Eyre or Wide Sargasso Sea. Jean Rhys or Charlotte Bronte. The one who actually got laid. Dominica or Haworth. Don’t drink the water. Hochmeister. Corpse water. The Blue Hour. After Leaving Mr. McKenzie. Good Morning Midnight. Voyage in the Dark. Smile Please. Difficult women. The end of the novel of love. Tigers were better looking. 304- Talking to frogs in boiling water. Lobsters on a leash. Sunday in the Park with. George. William or Mary. Who’s your Dada. 305- Now out of the blue, out of the black, a number caller-id’d from Hades.” Stephen Bett. Not the exchange. Rate. That’s bothersome. The caller id. What’s your area. Code. Zip. Code. Bar. Code. Navajo code talker anonymous. The answer (s), my friend, are blowing in the wind. 306- “Modern historical reality has greatly enlarged the imagination of disaster.” Said Susan Sontag. All too accurately. The beginning of the end. Them! The Hulk. Spiderman. Radioactive spiders from Mars. The Atomic Cafe. The sheep look up. Not Biblical. Though it could be. Was. Is. Not science fiction. Fallout. Illness as metaphor.