This gloriously bellowed lyrical and linguistic chaos, this mess of crossed wires and mixed seagulls, will make your status quo ache, your perceptions implode, your horizons widen and shatter. Robbie Q. writes us toward a primal need, the need to go absolutely insane with the possibilities of noun, verb and participles of the dangled variety. This is not spoken word on the page... this is spoken scream headed directly for that corner of your head you try to hide. + PATRICIA SMITH, AUTHOR OF BLOOD