poetandknowit27 Dec 2002

He received in the mail a few days ago, as did the other 65,000 subscribers to Poets and Writers Magazine a postcard for the Iowa Writer's Conference. That is what placed the fictitious idea in his head. Just like when he listens to Cake, he conjures he writes the lyrics for them. Just like he says he received a GED in the brig, yet he graduated from a high school in Michigan. Besides, can you get into the armed services without a high school diploma if the draft is not in place? Let's see, he frequently visits the ranch of Val Kilmer in Taos with his made up son to fly paper airplanes and slam at the Poetry Circus there. This is odd, because I did not see or hear of anyone there named Jeremi Handrinos. At least not in the later rounds. See, he is a hard hittin street poet in the nature of Jim Morrison (although The Doors replaced Morrison with The Cult's lead singer for the upcoming tour, which is now on hold, so he failed there). And because of this he is constantly creating, even if it means personas for himself. He is a true genius. And although anyone can get into the conference with a check, conferences are a joke. He is already a far better writer than myself. So please, give him three cheers and a kiss from Tommy Lee, his next-door neighbor.