Yes, I always was a quick lay, thanks.

Physics, taoism, and the merry making of old english 40's. Horus you are a visionary! It's like you know the real me! are you single? Or just rampant? Thanks for the commentary. I hope you enjoy my misspellings and overreacins.

[from The Banned Diaries Of Sir Arthur Weatherby-Browne] Alone in the yard, beyond the last of the wilting Azaleas, lies The Outhouse. A place of solitude, and of shame; see how it basks in its filth, taunting me with its soiled bounty. How many loved-ones have fallen there? Swallowed whole by its endless hunger for the browne? I'm wearing pyjamas now. Sieve in hand - the Earth will not claim this treasure! I lower my pants. And lay dung... Trapped in the sieve! Writhing like a worm on a hook! My darling! I carry the beloved filtrate back to the bedchamber, there to bathe it, and clothe it in silk. But kicking and screaming, ever tethered to an old man's beard - that is no life for a crumbling stool! Hands clasped in prayer, and weeping, I watch it ride off in its chariot. Black against the setting sun. Wrapped in a veil.

Nay, it's actually a small child doing cherry pickers off of a rusty tank turret in a field somewhere in Bosnia at dusk.

hahaha oh so funny. YOu missed your calling!! A poet with a sense of humor oh well at least you have a sense of humor you can't have it all.

It's miscategorized, but it's in any case worlds better than most of the shit we have to wade through, so maybe some encouragement is in order?

Actually, I thought it was the twist of a blade and the warmth of blood running down one's wrist, collecting at the elbow, then streaming off.