Shardik10 Aug 2003

It's not the first time I've been rejected. I've been rejected everywhere twice. Granted not by huge publishers, or on a top dollar level, but all the same, some very reputable literary mags. I hardly raised a stink about The NFG turn down, and naturally did not incluse Z, she's been nothing but cool to me. The truth of the matter is I detest everything, and will use any subject or opportunity to stretch my craft whether it's you, Mrs. Cornsoul, harper's Bazaroprobono, ticks, rottenfish, soup, murder, pollen, Voyeurism, Bochilism, Niggers, triggers, bats, rats, mom, dad, murder, Elton John. It doesn't matter. I'll attack anything randomly, or defend something whole heartedly, but when i'm provoked I have trouble stopping, until the deal is closed. Nine inch nailed, over, kaput, finet. For christ sake I write about smurfs, prostitution, and abandonment? Don't confuse me typing out a few small comments to mean I'm in some kind of denial? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. WHY! WHY? SWEET LORD CAN'T I SCORE A GIG AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. DIE YOU NFG DOGS DIEEEEEEEE! HOW DARE YOU DENY MY TRITE GASSY ATTEMPTS AT CONVEYING MY LOVE FOR THE WORLD through verse ARGH, OH LORD, THE PAIN IS ALL AROUND. I better go burn a spoon and pick up my old lady at the chicken shack buy my son back from the pawn shop, and call it quits. THANKS P AND K! I NEED A LOT OF LUCK, and a cold hockeye puck for my failure to give a... Yep, poetry, wow, it's infinitely appliable everywhere. I feel like jack fucking Coolstow, in a glass bottomed ass wagon a drift on the Mediajew Sea. But lord knows I have hope, i mean dope. Did you know that in Reno there is a school called Swope? Weird... Jus weird wild stuff.