the 411

so, i came here to have my stuff posted somewhere all together. myspace is...well, it's myspace. i feel a bit more comfortable here. i've been dodging the "self-proclaimed porn king of pittsburgh" for the past few weeks. it's starting to take it's toll on me. anyway, the poems i've put up are old school with the exception of the most recently posted 3. the others are from the not-so-distant glory days, or something like them.

in other news, i cut my bottom lip on a pretzel today. incidentally, i think i just realized that "pretzel" is a word that isn't going to ever look like you spelled it right, even though you did. or i did. whatever. back to my story. it was a snyder's sourdough pretzel and i broke a piece off and after that...ok, honestly, i'm not sure how it happened at all. i just know it did. that might be a metaphor for something but i'm not touching it.