The first draft process for me ends when I think I have spewed out enough raw material so that it hangs together all the way through from a conceptual and structural standpoint which rarely happens without a little bit of polishing here and there. In this case I spent a little bit more revising the material from "Instead, I greased my pants" to "Who had just flown in from LA the night before' Thanks for devilled.

never said I preferred a waltz to a march. The first line is saying waltz is a march missing something. And therefore must be fixed. the poem is about skewed logic of us, our vision of the world.

Question: You are asked her? This is true? I like the poem but to me there is some confusion here: He left you undone, still Laughing until that shot stopped everything;--> in the kitchen, ruined by that hole he blew--> and you never heard the crack but--> The recoil sent you sprawling-----> The recoil sent her sprawling? How could she not hear the gun go off? He didn't leave a note or clean up his mess--> How can a dead man clean up a mess? Or is this just good use of poetic licence? Margaret

And that tells me exactally what?

no no no: MENHIRS with WEINERS. OKAY?? MEN FUCKING HIRS WITH WEIN FUCKING ERS.

Just tell me what I gotta do, my friend.

lol. well, i was fooled for a moment then. -shrug- hows the killin?

I wouldn't kick him out of bed if he was, anyway, but it's not.

heh, well all his talk about murder and his goading me to get in on the theme just slowly worked its way into me, and i suddenly had the mood for it, so i put effort into creating a murder piece of some value.. or i think it has value, i am happy with what i came up with anyway..

what the fuck are you mumbling about? eh? start them in WHAT WAY? aye? how do you propose i start them hrmm??? eh?? if your going to gripe, dont make some goddamn worthless comment like that without explaining your bullshit. ok?