DeVane’s legal woes seem to increase as we receive this copy of a disturbing fan letter. Is it black mail? A simple compliment? And is that ketchup??? We will keep you posted as this strange stalker continues his or her reign of mild discomfort.
A patriotic DeVane??
An advertiser’s dream!! DeVane shills for Pop Chips.
Here’s the Christmas card LD sent out this year! We found it by going through her neighbor’s trash. On inside of card:
“SICK MESS
Good morning elven ones
How did you sleep?
With peppered canes
And spiced, soggy plums
Hanging like atrophied testes
From my emotional mantle
Christmas is here
Yet who is merry??
Stitch my stocking
Fill it with corporate cheer
Tell my mother I won’t be home
I’m busy gift wrapping reality
Festooning it with a bow
Ho ho ho
Hey don’t call me that
Slip some humanity in my egg nog
But not too much, I don’t want to choke
On Christmas
The Sick Mess”
GENIUS!!
WASHED UP DEVANE AIRS OUT DIRTY LAUNDRY & LEAVES AUDIENCE SPINNING
DeVane rides again! Here she is doing a rare performance art piece, captured by a fan’s stealthy camera phone. The woman with the sweatshirt and hot dogs falling from her sleeves is unknown. Here is an excerpt from the poem she masterfully read:
“There is a hole, below
A hole that never heals
Welcome to my party
Please RSV….P
The end of my sentence
The end of my youth
Dip a chip
Stay a while”
See you September 7th.
