Phillipe

It's always pleasing to see the birth of a poet...

Thank you, sweetheart.

Just one more breakdown That's all I need One more and I can leave the stage Leaving the choice roles To the other players Just one more failure That's all it'll take One more and I can call it quits Leaving the optimism To those capable of it Just one more anything That'll be it One last one and I cash in Leaving this stinking life To whoever wants it

So... ...getting your child all those oh-so-necessary (!) shots before school... ...the booster shots... ...diabetics on insulin... ...girls and women (and boys and men) getting their ears pierced... ...all are intentionally harming themselves? Risking infection... ...you mean like using public bathrooms? Handling money? Being out anywhere in public with other people around? Being pregnant and cleaning out the litterbox? That's all intentionally harming ourselves? I'll stick with tats, thanks.

That's what I'd like to know.

Hopefully the balance swings at least slightly to the "laugh" side. It's a miserable life when it's filled with only tears... Hey, yeah, Chiquito - pass the Columbian!

I'm glad I don't live where YOU live! Nicely done, luv.

Thank you, my lady. I well remember it.

Hmmm...I like harsh.

Thankee, thankee!

I bet you could - especially if I have a deep discharge...

I SAID, anode that! Currently, I'm con-fused.

Ohm, man, I'm wired now! How revolting!

Shows how misinformed and afraid people can be. What a shame - it's a beautiful philosophy.

Thank you, luv.

Not a problem. I find it helps sometimes to post things that mirror how I feel. Cheap therapy, I suppose...

Probably because of the racial stereotypes shown during the "transformations" on stage.

What happened to the poets? They were here, and now they're gone Just like the sun when it wakes up - For a moment, it is dawn But then that sun keeps moving Never staying in one place It seems to dash across the sky A solar-heated race And poets, just like good ol' Sol, Have need to move along Before their verse becomes too stale, A never-ending song New audience, new thought-process New places and new things The poet travels constantly To find where their heart sings

...they might be the lucky ones...

Oh, OK, sorry Pegs. You're here with me and...no, wait...I'm there with you...no, that isn't right...dang...I'm sending bugs...*sigh* Yo - yer alright. Hang in there.

Meh - you know writers, Tom. They'll sit in that ivory tower forever unless a handsome prince comes to pull them down. That being said, I agree the process can be painful but the results, I'm sure you'll agree, are well worth it.

Truly, it can be said that you are the Queen Babblesheeba. All bow before the Queen. NOTE: Not to be confused with OTD Queen. All patents pending. Your mileage may vary.

Oh, c'mon, Peg - don't be shy...tell us what you really think...