“Bad poets borrow, good poets
"Bad poets borrow, good poets steal." - T.S. Eliot
I have been songwriting a bit recently. I carry a little book around in my back pocket that I jot poetry in when it happens upon me. Often, a good song is just poetry without the music, so I have been convincing myself that the things I write are songs and not poetry. It's a informal commitment to myself to go back and write the music at some future date... or at least that's what me tells me. I have been getting some pretty cool emails recently from readers of this mind spillage. I really do appreciate the comments. I was going to post some of the letters and answer them here, but I stopped myself as I realized that by doing that I would be changing what this site was/is to me. I completely love that people visit and leave comments and actually read... especially when it's my own little clayton-dialect. I don't understand how anyone appreciates that... but since a lot of my 3D friends don't actually come here and I know the ones that do can't be clicking up that many hits, apparently someone does... so, that being said, thank you. I'll maybe someday post a page with email/correspondence from readers, but I can't see it being here. For the recent emails that were questions, you answers were clicked out this afternoon. For the person with the weird number for your email address: yes, someone already informed me that my big lips, beer gut, and earrings are falling from the charts. It was meant to be a joke to begin with, so I won't shed too many tears over it. Maybe I'll become a cam girl and make every other link on my page a FUCK ME NOW link to boost my ratings, eh? Sounds like a plan. As for the tat question... I could say dig through the archives since there are not too many, but instead I'll just post another pic here... besides, it gives me an excuse to use this little digital camera I got my hands on. My pets are starting to get freaked out that I'm following them around the house talking baby talk and snapping away. They're so effin cute. Ok, back to reality... tomorrow night I'm going out for a blues booster shot. I loves me some muthafukkin blues. I'm thinking Harlem Slim at the The Big Easy. I dig that bar. I may have mentioned it before, but basically the joint looks like it burst into flames and they just kinda put them out and kept rolling with the business. It's dark, it's smokey, it's got soul... plus that old guy selling bar-b-que out front cooks a mean Meatasaurus meal when you have been appetizing on liquid bread all night. It seems the rain has passed (key word: seems), so I'll be back on my normal commute tomorrow morning. I've missed it.
I have been songwriting a bit recently. I carry a little book around in my back pocket that I jot poetry in when it happens upon me. Often, a good song is just poetry without the music, so I have been convincing myself that the things I write are songs and not poetry. It's a informal commitment to myself to go back and write the music at some future date... or at least that's what me tells me. I have been getting some pretty cool emails recently from readers of this mind spillage. I really do appreciate the comments. I was going to post some of the letters and answer them here, but I stopped myself as I realized that by doing that I would be changing what this site was/is to me. I completely love that people visit and leave comments and actually read... especially when it's my own little clayton-dialect. I don't understand how anyone appreciates that... but since a lot of my 3D friends don't actually come here and I know the ones that do can't be clicking up that many hits, apparently someone does... so, that being said, thank you. I'll maybe someday post a page with email/correspondence from readers, but I can't see it being here. For the recent emails that were questions, you answers were clicked out this afternoon. For the person with the weird number for your email address: yes, someone already informed me that my big lips, beer gut, and earrings are falling from the charts. It was meant to be a joke to begin with, so I won't shed too many tears over it. Maybe I'll become a cam girl and make every other link on my page a FUCK ME NOW link to boost my ratings, eh? Sounds like a plan. As for the tat question... I could say dig through the archives since there are not too many, but instead I'll just post another pic here... besides, it gives me an excuse to use this little digital camera I got my hands on. My pets are starting to get freaked out that I'm following them around the house talking baby talk and snapping away. They're so effin cute. Ok, back to reality... tomorrow night I'm going out for a blues booster shot. I loves me some muthafukkin blues. I'm thinking Harlem Slim at the The Big Easy. I dig that bar. I may have mentioned it before, but basically the joint looks like it burst into flames and they just kinda put them out and kept rolling with the business. It's dark, it's smokey, it's got soul... plus that old guy selling bar-b-que out front cooks a mean Meatasaurus meal when you have been appetizing on liquid bread all night. It seems the rain has passed (key word: seems), so I'll be back on my normal commute tomorrow morning. I've missed it.
tell Tom (the dude in the glasses....lol) I said howdy. gotta love the Big Easy, even with the record store gone it’s still one hell of a place to see some live bands.
LOL I took your quiz the other day (anonymously, cause I knew I really hadn’t a clue about you and didn’t want to embarass myself). I wondered where you were managing to hide all those tats (very nice by the way - have you explained what they mean?). Now, about the piercings… ;-)
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