Or is Madonna everywhere looking Hag-acious?  She is like, 50 and she looks like a creepy scarecrow.  She puts out a new shitty album (like her others) and everyone is going apeshit.  Am i losing my mind?  Who even cares about an ugly, slutty, aged pop star from the 80's who keeps trying to look like the Pussycat Whores?

Just sayin.

The Lunatic’s Bed (to Berwyn)

A good poem is a song about god being sung

Not being pure necessarily, but being dreamt

In the eyes of a writer sweet bells being rung

In the mind the ferocious tiger being kept

At the end of the page the whole thought like a gun

A good poem is a song about god being sung

It should move like a beam on the edge of the sun

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Went and saw Bill Clinton speak today.  It was worth going to.  I don't really trust or believe in what he says, but I liked the way he said it.  He was clearly respected by most people there.  There was a heckler that was yelling out shit about Nafta and whatnot.  That was funny.  Bill was like "if I answer your question, will you leave?"  The ( Read more... )

 We're going to see Lavelle Crawford on May 17th at 3:30pm at Jr.'s Last Laugh!!  I'm going to DIE!!! 

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 This is Lavelle Crawford.  He is coming to Erie on May 14-17 and I am going to go and see him for my birthday.  He is the fucking best thing since I don't even know what.  I just think that we should marry.  I'll leave it at that.  I laughed so hard I nearly lost consciousness.

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 Our entire car WAS buried beneath 4 feet of snow that had hardened and froze b/c our car is parked on the street and the plows go by over and over burying us further.  I've never seen anything like it.  Ever.  And I've seen a lot of snow.  Over the last three days we got 2 ft of snow.  It was up to the top of our porch and I was like holy shite.  ( Read more... )

 Tonight I get to see my babies Bill Hader, Fred Armisen, and Andy Samberg!!!   WOOT.  But in other news, here are a couple new poems.

Imitation Female Worship Poem

Right now my lips are garnet ruby cloaked

In Penelope’s Red

My eyes were granted permission

By Apollo himself to shine

Against my crimson lips a blue of ground up diamonds

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