Before the Last Volcano Spits Us Out

[MrA]

This a wonderful poem. A painful poem. Of course the brain pissing down the spine is a highlighted line, all the over-intellectualizing, just a flow of piss. I like a good bit of the shit from the rest of my body to attract strange flies that lay eggs in my brain. You have a breeding-ground of inspiration here. We're a backwoods bunch of creeps from hogwash, no matter how urbane and hip our designer drugs and bachelor degrees and hip hop web blogs. I could rap off of what you've done in this poem all day. You handled everything deliciously; like a food that has us wanting more after we've already stuffed ourselves. I think others will like it.

Wow! Thanks, rowens.
For someone to like it is a big compliment, but to inspire someone.is one of the greatest compliments. Glad is registered so well with you. Again, thank you.

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Hallelujah!
(will return)

I'll be waiting.