by Liar
You have touched the special dude-like place in my heart just at the mention of the almighty White Russian. Even if the rest of the poem were to really suck, which it does NOT, I would love it just for that drink.
but seriously Liar - how do you do it? You are the only person I've read who's poetry I adore so consistantly.
(thermometer left at default and does not reflect my vote, just in case you hadn't guessed that already :D )
this peice leaves you with that sweet taste of salt and the giddness of adrenaline after any good mosh. Love the feel it gives. Damn now I need to find a mosh pit lol.
A wild, headlong linguistic tumble! I love the chances you take with poetry.
white russian early in the morning. The big Ski would
love this dude.