hurts so good I went to the first meeting of the Raving Poets tonight....it was delicious. I loved it.

When I actually got up there, this big ugly thing came out of my stomach and throat and dissipated. I was nervous and sweaty and voice shaking, but it felt damn good to be that exuberant, to see that I have a voice beneath all this hair and gristle.

And I feel graphic again. That's right. Cuntaliciously graphic.

Also, I realized that I was being a dinkface about a supposed lost friendship. When it shows, it really shows. I'd forgotten that piece of knowlege somewhere.
Thanks dude.  ¶ 11:37 PM