blood and satisfaction is the niche; there is no consummation, here--the metaphor is a distraction, yes--but i think that Bangladesh gives too much away, although i agree that i spelled it out, and weakened it. shit. i didn't save v2. did you?

pop will eat itself. and so will i.
be consumed by my own desires.

door #2, sirrah.

this is carol merrill in a micromini, with a trayload of canapes and champagne. who can get closest without going over?

had you gone to the library, you might have answered your own question. instead you'll be freezing your balls off in siberia, with no red-morning tea.

if woody had gone straight to the police, this would never have happened.

spoken like one protected by cartouche. twig tea, please. not sugar, honey.

ha! if you google shen ring, the first hit is, "Now at Wal-Mart: Keepsake Fine Jewelry."

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

you want to look for clues in context, pbd. you want to srretch your understanding, until your brain hurts. or you want to be an accountant. it's really up to you.

okay, i sit corrected. but it will help you put all kinds of wrong meanings into it, once you understand the concept. thanks for playing along at home, pbd.

pink bunny. you are maybe studying accounting? thanks for the complement, but if you don't know what it is, how can you know if it's "nice" or "interesting" or one of those other face-value words that people save for commenting on things they don't understand, but on't want to look like they're out of the loop on? ha. there's your first clue, col. mustard.

mommas, don't letcher babies grow up to be poets.
don't let 'em pick guitars, and tolerate dumb fucks...

yeah, i guess i knew that.

you and i, and the devil inside.
watch for it to get better, much better, both the poem (rough draft) and the adulation. you know the screams will come. who'se to be the lucky band, and when? watch yourself--
you don't need the rope, you need the oxygen. whoever thought they would tie you?

but, so worth the effort.