09-01-2012, 10:48 AM
I really wanted to read this poem again today, and talk about it. But now I'm drunk, and'll probably say something that beats enjoying your typos. So I'll wait a little longer and read it again. I just got a few dollars in my pocket, so I bought my friend and me dinner and lots of wine for the first time in a month, but this has nothing to do with this poem, so I'd better shut up. I think "written in real time and I got called away by a cold beer" inspired this post.