| Everything You Wanted To Know About Me *But Were Afraid To Ask |
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| To the right are my raison d'etre, or "reason for being." Good God, I love 'em. The one on the left, lilmisscantbewrong, is the consummate leo, a fierce, charismatic force of nature. The one on the right is strong in her own sagittarian way; she is a thinker, poet and a singer who is unafraid to tell it like it is. |
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| This is my tabbycat Farto. He's a swell guy, really. Just lazy...We got acquainted at the Humane Society's Death Row. His name was Robroy, or Robby, but to me he will always be Farto. |
| What do I like to do? So glad you asked. Besides midget-tossing, cat-juggling, fork-flinging, shooting pool, watching movies and stuff like that, I looooooooooove to read. My fave writers are Ernest Hemingway, James Thurber, Charles Bukowski and Raymond Chandler. They knew how to write a clean, powerful line. I try to emulate them, with varying degrees of success, in my own writing. My relationship with writing is a love-hate thing. If you wish to gaze into my soul via my poems and short stories, just ask. |
| I was born at an ungodly hour on March 22, 1964, and things have gone downhill from there. OK, it has not been that bad. Born near the Pisces/Aries cusp, I am a dreamer, a brooder, a searcher. I have found my path in Paganism. I need to learn more though. Politically and personally, I am on the left. And when I say I will try anything twice, I am not just whistling dixie... |
| One more time, boys. The plural of BBW (Big Beautiful Woman) is still...BBW. It is not BBW's. Think about it. Do we say Big Beautiful Womans? No. We say Big Beautiful Women. Say BBWs again and I will b*tch-slap your azz. |
| A Final Thought... |
| A Short Critique of On The Road by Jack Kerouac... |
| What an unreadable turd! Man, talk about over-rated, badly-written crap! "Classic," my azz! |
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| This is a picture of my hero, the Greek God Pan. He spent his days |
| chasing wood nymphs and playing a reed pipe. Not a bad life... |