There's another one of me out there writing po3try. This happened once between blues musicians. One beat the shit out of the other and the name forever belonged to the aggressor.
Tomorrow I get to go around and say Why do you work here fuckhead? to people.
Piano solo. Such potential. Waiting on news. Another piano solo.
You seem locked into some horrible conflict with your other selves. Tell them to go fuck themselves with their atom bombs, man.
Posted by: ben at February 28, 2005 10:03 PMFor once, this other self is a REAL person. He's either somewhere in Illinois, or California, depending whether he's involved with College, or a rag-tag lit mag. This is serious. This is happening.
Posted by: m at March 1, 2005 12:20 PM