Incandescence

I put Kool-Aid in my hair and it made it red and...sticky. So, I took a picture and then a bath. Ew...but it looked cool.

Since I don't believe in freedom (society is only going to let you go so far...), I'd say peace. I mean, with total freedom, anyone could kill me. And, really, ...

I'm reminded of Roland Barthes' "Death of an Author." Not for the way it was written, or what was (explicitly) said, but the idea it approaches... I have no constructive ...

Removed.

There's a hole, all right. A line like the following: "A life flaw both share both bring together" is repetitive within itself and incomprehensible to most everyone but you. This ...

8/10 because it made me chortle uncontrollably for an ungodly amount of time...close to, like, ten minutes.

Me, again. Except this time I'm *trying* to strum a guitar -- unsuccessfully, of course, but I look like I know what I'm doing (reminds me of so many research ...

I'd need empirical observation to form any kind of conclusion about that...

There is a pleasing nature to much of this. One senses a listening to the nature of the sounds produced. Possible this became the primary virtue? However the figures of ...

Hunter: Yeah, but the "six-pack" (HAH!) means zilch as soon as someone around 160 pounds (about 30 pounds more than me, now) shows up. SK: :)

This is suffocatingly OTT (Over The Top). "Free," "sparkling," "smart," "pretty," "funny." A five-year old could have come up with those words. Poetry comes from the investigation of the Self ...

This is a tour of your own navel that takes the reader nowhere. Look at what you've written - you wondered at something unimaginable (i.e., "unreal," fake) but comparable to ...

Well, Morgan says I need some potatoes, but...I think I've got that covered. No, really, I feel quite fat.

Americana existed only under the veil of hegemonic control in the 50s'.

The first couplet is a chicken/egg prologue that accomplishes nothing towards the end of the poem. You could easily scrap it and have a much better poem. The first strophe ...