Reasons why this blog is awesome

Guys, guys, guys!

First of all, Mere is gay. And no, I don't mean happy and wistful. I mean gay. Gay for Wallace Stevens. But that Wallace Stevens quote is awesome. I am sending it to Kyle and rubbing it all in his face. Oh and PS--your mayor is totally a gay pedophile! Awesome. Also, I still have those...ahem...poems of yours from...ahem...months ago, so if you'd like them back, I scribbled one or two things on them...e-mail me your mailing address again *ahem*.

Secondly, I am totally gay for Ray. Ray! Seriously man, I feel like you are my prodigal brother. Tumbleweed right back at you. I think of you (in a platonic way...okay in a totally gay way) like weekly, at the very least, and have the worst luck calling you. And by have the worst luck, I mean, I have the worst luck at getting the motivation up to call people. But I love you, man, and well, I hope I get to see you soon. And don't mind that Ally is teaching rhetoric. If I've learned one thing teaching, it's that most teachers don't even really understand what it is they're supposed to be teaching. That means especially Ally.

Ally, you are the bee's knees. I don't know if I just like saying that or if it seemed appropriate because you are knee-high, but I love you to death. That Robert Frost poem--which I actually thought was by someone named fwasty nigga for like the first two lines, until the near-rhyme ended--is amazing. Wait, did I just subconsciously link people who self-identify as "niggas" with rhyming poetry? What a racist. I am glad you are out there in Iowa, being super racist, making my petty facetious racism more acceptable. I believe I am still waiting for some poems via e-mail? Hmm? I've got some crap to send you so feel good about it.

Abby, I love you. Write something here. I dare you.

Gordomcgordson, I don't know who you are, but I am guessing you have a big head. What's up, my fellow big-head-clubber?

Hey guys, let's bring back this blog. When it was about poetry I as all like, eh, waaaah, I'm not feeling very poetic, yada yada emo yada. Now I'm like, self-masturbatory? Well I mean isn't that redundant? Awesome! Double masturbation! I am so down. As long as we are only masturbating our brains. It's our brains, right?

Tumbleweed