That almost made sense to me. I'll try again tomorrow when I'm not full of gin.

Yo, it went well last night. I was able to meet some more of the veteran poets and to understand more of what it takes to win and to compete. A lot of people just write for themselves. If you want to do that and win, you have to write for the audience as well. That is the tough part. Win the audience, you win the slam.

There has to be a clear message that they can relate too. I have learned that there cannot be too much in the poem, and not enough will hurt you as well.

Check out a book called "From Totems to Hip Hop" you'll enjoy that a lot.

Peace.

When you find a girlfriend who lives in Portland and who is prettier than I am, I will cry.

That was passive-aggressive D:

Sorry.

I had a lovely shower, thank you. I washed my hair with shampoo imported from Spain, and my hair smells like roses and almonds.

The Mephausto in my head is breakdancing. It's pretty cool. And I wonder how long it will take the one in your head to do the same.

My new goal in life: for something I do to be described, unpromted, as "a full vaginal orgasm." Damn.

Methinks filming would require cracking open my skull. Might be worth it to see the final product. And, of course, the dancing Meph.

hope faded whilst i chatted... entries are shaped like rectangles, but then again so are most candy bars:

conclusion:

whenever i think or talk or try and do, i fail. if i flail or breath or sit and watch... i see EVERYTHING!

glad to know you,
-lorax