It's gonna be late, but most of you aren't even on PST anyhow

I promise, even though I really don't owe you anything, that I will not go to sleep until I've posted April 23, 2010's news poem.

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Ah choices

Stay here and compose the news poem, or step out into seduction-city? My choice would be a little easier if Google Adsense wasn't stealing every penny from clicks to the newsfeeds. Not much easier, but tonight it might be the deciding factor. I guess it could be worse, they could be stealing clicks from the site itself--they're already ripping off a poet; it's not like they could sink much lower.

Since at least 10% of my regular readers are writers, I wanted to see if any of you were having similar problems.

Ah fuck it. I'll go out until I have grist for my next poem. That should take like five minutes in this city. Anyone know where a guy can find a fun grenade party in SF?


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He made it down the rapids, he made it down the falls-- Lulu saw enough so she retrieved him by his balls.

Ass Crack Pipe [Twitter Found Poem, April 23, 2010]

Ass Crack Pipe [Twitter Found Poem, April 23, 2010]

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a watched ocean never boils.
But If you promise me you'll do drugs
& you mainline Raw #crackheadthoughts naturally
& smoke from her ass crack pipe then
you will regulate your blood sugar
& the ocean will boil naturally
mmmmmhmmmmm!

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