Poets and writers drink more intensely. Smoke more intensely. Worship God more intensely. Poets and writers fuck more intensely. Poets and writers give more willingly-- spilling the alphabetical marrow of their souls out into the albino sonogram of hope that is the page, hoping some stranger whom he or she has never before met turns to his crafted syllables in time of dire need and somehow finds solace, finds laughter finds a friend.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
FTV, is diggory and polly lexicon meaning forever baby...
or more aptly the FTV acronym stands for FROM THE VAULT (wink-wink, don't plttttthhhh on my halo fartblossom) over the next week I'll be blogging about the ten individuals who have changed my life--sort of a precursor to my thirty years on the planet--an ardent THANK YOU birthday bash to the ten individuals who have changed my life, who have made my thirty lap jaunt around the nearest solar orb so memorable. More to come, but here's a from the vault from three years ago, written for a woman who gave me artistic smiles and encouragement at a time in my life when most I needed it.
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i've got 15 unpublished posts in blogger. maybe it's that time again my friend. some things come full circle. can't wait to read the pending homages.
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