Oh Allen, those don't go there

 I’d howl but I got black pipe for a throat. I swear I didn’t take this picture with a potato (all though the quality suggests otherwise). Mr. Ginsberg and his gaping mouth are receiving visitors – anybody who wants the esteemed wordsmith to join their cause should ask, and Allen will oblige. Write down your concerns and whisper a wish into his mouth – it works, or it’ll at least get you some attention.  The bust was built, chopped up and reassembled a whole bunch of times until the image fit the program (like the legacy of the man himself).  I leave you with, as promised, a bit of Mr. Wellman’s reaction;

For the Hasid perverts

Don’t stand beside me

I’ll never forget the hell

You put Einstein through