this poem is meta ku maybe but it's about the fact that kirk douglas is one wierd motherfucker in this film about a father in search of son* then amy irving has visions about it and has telekinetic orgasms prior to the irony of ap pearing in Carrie/visions of the son/orgasms about--news flash i might lose my job distracting away from the celluloid government conspiracy...run on, merrill, run on