i knew there was more lurking around in there. or slithering like harold the caterpillar. what i want to know is how did harold live between the time he ate everything and he got squished? "the desert winds blew" what was harold eating? that story made me want to cry. kidding. maybe.
i get your thing about being a 'citizen' but appreciating otr anyway. i love bukowski's poems above all other writing that exists and i don't even drink. figure that one out. it's the same thing.
thanks for pasting for me.