The oft maligned Steve Sloan [needs to lose a few boss] writes: << It *would* be fun to see Edgar Allen Poe try to order the "rooty-tooty fresh and fruity." ;-) >>
Hey, I know that guy! Thank heavens you're here, Steve, I was beginning to think I was taking batting practice, instead of hitting gamers. Your turn. I find myself with huge articles, and a move-the-world-rigid lever, but nowhere to put the ring, Frodo, take off the ring! Levon, he's a good man; Fat Lever is soap. [teetering on the edge of forgiveness boss . . . ] I've been seeing, literally, hahaha, a beautiful young woman on local news. Let's call her Queennie, after Gwen Stacy [I'm the Thing, but at this point, who cares]. Queennie, if she's a checker of toes, is gay, pretending to like me because of the goombahs. Her real name is Bermudez, which is like triangles, so I thought she is goombah herself, me being concerned with triangles and all. If she's not goombah, then she's the sweetest little thing I've seen in a long time. I would like to get to know her better, but I'm a victim of circumstance. I'm half-acknowledged as a back street poet, power to save the world, so I'm a precious commodity. I don't want to be a commodity. I want to be a single guy fumbling for ecstasy that I can love touch squeeze. On the face of things, I'm a jobless insane loser, like Pham Nuwen [Geir Lanneskogg, hope I've spelled that correctly]. Or I'm a professional, power to save the world blah-yada-bf-blah. <to be continued>
