Awww, thanks, guys. Rimbaud hasn't happened to me since I was too young to have any opinions on literature worth having. But I'm sure he's locked up in a corner of my brain somewhere. Clawing at the walls, snarling for food, selling illegal weapons to other parts of my brain, whatever it is that he ...

Poor Moses! You weren't supposed to be offended. Violet is highly educated but clearly suffers from Tourette's syndrome. This trait makes her much more adorable than babies and fluffy puppies (both of which just poop everywhere). I think everyone in here enjoys the finer and subtler things in life, ...

I meant to write you about the poppies. Seductive scarlet mosquitoes swarming, Biting fields, train tracks, sidewalk cracks, A passionate rash across Poland. If I sit still, they grow from my Sweat glands, tear ducts, scalp. Mornings I pull opiate petals from my mouth, Spit the vermilion bitterness ...

At the risk of changing the subject, let us all note that Mr. Undersizedshadow here joined this rather catty sleepover party (I mean forum) for the first time to express the somewhat unflattering mental wrestling match he is having with someone that we have all, by the tacit agreement made by being ...

This sprung unbidden from my head at 3am after a long night of club dancing and now I can't stop staring at it. So I guess I'll give you guys the dubious privilege of seeing something I haven't picked to death. Maybe someone here can make heads or tails of it. I kind of like it but it's... foreign t...

Huh. Well, I like your suggestion, Cate, but I've never given anything a title before and I doubt I'd be any good at it. The only thing I can think of is "All the closet monsters end up skeletons". The "all" will hopefully make it sound less like a story about child molesters (si...

You are the golden symphony of things I couldn’t quite feel. I am the broken rose unthrown, wishing itself at your feet. You caress the wounds of the world so sweetly, they sing and forget to heal. Numb to the touch of God since my father’s stained glass eyes in church Rendered me impotent to silent...

I use "whilst" on the same days that I use "however": the sort of days that I want to feel smart but don't think I deserve it. On the days that I am comfortable with whatever I perceive my intelligence to be, I say "while", "but", and "funner".

[quote="Cate" I'm not sure is 'you' is real, or if 'you' is darkness ...[/quote] Interesting way to put it, because I guess I'm not sure either. Part of what I was talking about was being a little kid and all the weird things I thought &*@ was saying to me in my dreams. I realized befo...

You bring up an interesting point there. Apparently the treasure is buried somewhere with lots of applez and trowzers. Is anyone aware of a pants factory in Washington state? If so, I'm bringing a shovel.

Well please let us know when you put up more. I really enjoyed that. I seem to recall reading that you are legally allowed to cover anything you want. Legal problems come in when you either a) use samples from the original or b) print the lyrics themselves. This makes sense when you think about how ...

I wanted you to love me ugly. Wanted Right to drag me kicking, screaming, into its bright light. But the lambs cried and I would be fine. How could you find time for my vipers? My pastel plush lamb too blemished for your thirst, You gave dreams of centipedes, Placed my hands deep in the wounds in yo...

Thanks, ladies! -I'm glad you felt like being the little girl. That was a really sweet story. I guess I'm the adult in this, but it's significant to me because there is a little girl, and we all want to fix the child we once were. -I guess it's difficult to keep it from being clunky because I was tr...

Be nice, ladies. Clearly our little Quaileyedgadfly is playing a game whose rules we have yet to decipher. I have a few hypotheses to test: 1) She is embarking on a daunting journey to reclaim the pun as acceptable discourse. I think there's solid evidence for this, but it's probably not the whole p...