Read
this. And here's an exerpt from a man who is self-described as someone who "may be one of the best poets of the first quarter of the 21st Century":
Never Go Back
Never go back. Never go back.
Never surrender the future you've earned.
Keep to the track, to the beaten track,
Never return to the bridges you've burned.
That means, by my estimation, that I must also be one of the best poets of the first quarter of the 21st Century. Or, at least one of the best poets who is writing at exactly the same time I decide to write a poem. For that span of no more than an hour, I must be at least
one of the people who is doing the best work at that exact moment.
Also, "luscious spokesbabes" and supermodels have the same effect on me as they do on the subject of this article -- they make me want myself more. When I lift that Coors light to my lips, it's the approving nod of that hot girl standing in the middle of the party smiling at me in my mind that really makes that beer taste like something other than urine. Thank you, pretty girl. Of course, I must give credit to the man for this being the only truly insightful thing he says (points subtracted, of course, for the fact that he is not, in fact, aware that he said something smart).
-Matt 07:18 EST |
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