the savior and poison to all of heart and head.


For a writer, there's nothing so delicious as soaking the first inks into a blank page. Any page, be it derived from pulp or pixels. Even as I add this room to my hypertext sanitarium, I don't know what will end up here. Links will sprout sporadically, like those little thoughts -- from genius to guilty snickers -- that flicker in the crossroads between day and dream. My thoughts fly fast and furious... it is here I will let them splatter.

readings
erica jong alcestis on the poetry circuit
autumn perspective
e. e. cummings it may not always be so
you shall
i like my body when
she being brand
may i
marquis de sade philosophy in the bedroom
indigo girls galileo
des'ree kissing you
monty python dead parrot


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