huck

Its about time they made you group owner. Congrats on that.

..been devoting more time to the music and less time to the poems recently. I do feel a sudden burst of expression though, hence my return.

Fuck
them
drilling men
drill them
in the
fuck hole

I really like this a lot.

How did it come to you?

I`m a firm believer in `every one of us has the potential for evil`.

Without accepting that I think its hard to be genuine.

We harp on about whats wrong and right but there are so many shades of grey.

I`m sure you and I could kill given the right circumstances. Is that evil? Is it evil to want to live more than someone else?

Mostly I think we label people or groups as evil as they are different to us.

Keep well

Thanks for reading my long-ass rant.

But seriously, I wish I knew how to spot these phonies from the get-go, so I could save myself the hassle of trying to work with people who don't want to do the work. Any suggestions?

I've been arm and arm with a Bukowski reader for the past few days. It makes me SO happy - even when he disturbs me or makes me sad.


I know you understand.

And I agree with Hemlock above, you are an old soul - and lucky for us!

i was to discover two
things:
a) most publishers thought that anything
boring had something to do with things
profound.
b) that it would take decades of
living and writing
before i would be able to
put down
a sentence that was
anywhere near
what i wanted it to be.

It's really good, Huck.

I appreciate you keeping me in mind. I just wrote something the other day that I'm not sure if I'm proud of or not. I'm gonna give it a little time first, and I'll probably post it either way.

Huck and his punc.

Don't recall if I already told you
but if you pass by these lands,
a couple of drinks of yours are on me

Dude, incase you should fancy it, I think V is thinking about it!

Here are the details of my american psycho party:

Time and Place Start Time: Saturday, November 3, 2007 at 8:00pm
End Time: Sunday, November 4, 2007 at 12:00am
Location: The Iambic (the old Shoreditch Library), Old Street
City/Town: London


A meeting of the chattering classes in Old Street; the newest, hippest place to be seen if you are an executive banker on Wall Street in 1980s New York. All are welcome as long as you have tastefully made business cards and a penchant for axe murder whilst listening to Huey Lewis and the News, their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.

Brace yourself for auction action of some of the finest American Psycho-tic art, for sale at a very discreet price, and chat from some of the most beautiful people to grace film in the 1980s. There's even a complimentary cocktail waiting for you at the bar... we're such flash *bankers*.
Bring a business card... yours if you want a chance of winning or not yours if you don't.

Tickets 7 in advance online follow the link below... OR 10 on the door.

http://www.seetickets.com/see/event.asp?e|artist=the+american+psycho+party&e|promoter=5298&filler1=see

(Tickets will be available for collection at the door - so no waiting about for the postman knock... or not.)

can you give me your email address? I'll send over a wee selection, any changes and suggestions to ones I send over is fine

I'm slowly warming to this one, not as instantly accessable as some of your other works, its seems to want to be profound whilst recognising the ego and hopelessness involved in 'talking to God'.

no god has earned my questions yet seems more vulnerable rather than defiant to me

Interesting you should identify 'god' as a tyrant. i am not religous but tyrant assumes that we have no choice but to believe in God. Each individual has many options open to them in the nature of their belief whether that be in all consuming powers that be or something more segregated and complicated such as Hinduism. Also we have the choice not to believe, and if we are wrong? Well what the Hell, when I meet Peter at the Pearly Gates I guess I'll have no choice but to believe because Heaven is right there in fromnt of me as a reality and then they'll have to let me in anyway right?

Is that... a towel round your head?

Ballerinas are finer than fine, my friend.