I was impressed before, but now ... I just don’t have and high-fallutin’ words for just how utterly amazed I am.

Incorent thoughts collected over time—rhyming in meter—your brain should be ... well, exams like that can only be done when you’re dead.  And when that happens, you’ll hve some asshole carting it all over the country in a his Caddy.

What a way to start a Monday....tres fantastique!

Ya know, when you get all dismissive about your writing right before you post something poetic, I always want to smack you, so if you could just smack yourself for me, pre-post, all would be well. And how the hell does someone get “gussied up” if NOT in a ballgown?