a good samaritan ( yes they do exist) was good enough to gimme a spooky movie when i was going to home alone this weekend. anyhow, i think the witching hour awaits me and the movie. till then i thought i'd get back to poetry.during a chat session today i got carried back to the... Continue Reading →

does NOT, mean baptism. it's generally means to go out and get roaringly drunk all in the name of having been blessed with an individual who'll be a huge financial drain on you for the next 20 years, 18 if you play your cards right.anyhow, the new nephew (who from all reports sounds to be... Continue Reading →