I was going to make some witty commentary, but I am too bound up in context and the proximity of my sensations for any truly innovative insights. So I'll just leave an: hm. Hope the acting is going well. m

so clever.

first of all- wow- seriously. "& all the tampons in Wales wouldn't be enough to stop the flow." so many wonderful description. I love the story in this. damn. it could be a movie. and THE TITLE.

"If he were to win a grumpy puppet living in a garbage can, he would carress its golden shiny bald green coarse furry head & smile, & weep for the masses who died when the . . . " - In particular, I love this stanza so much and, like most of the poem, find it so bitter and raw and amazing.

God, it's been forever since I've read something so heartbreaking and beautiful.

~* Noelle

You're so talented it scares me sometimes when I read your poetry. The vocabulary you employ is amazingly elaborate, which definitely enables you to terrify the reader with such a shocking set of stories. It's so much sorrow and decadence and sex and the idea of childhood lost and corrupt and an entire world of numbness and drugs and pain and...wow. I'll stop right now. This is very complex, and incredibly striking. You're a genius. Keep up the awesome work! Love, Mia

Definitely varied diction, rich and daring. I did enjoy it - I found it so in-your-face that it made me laugh. Of course, in a good way.