Can I just say that I’m surprised there was no reaction, one way or the other, on the Icepick poem?
Daily Archives: April 20, 2005
OK…trying to pull myself out of the funk…
Spring is in the air, and all I can smell is fresh clean earth and new-mown grass.
This makes me nostalgic for…NYC. For taxi fumes and fermented garbage, for unexplained puddles of guck and freakish outbursts that are ignored by the other passers-by.
I think I gotta get myself a gig or two down thar.
Dark Matter 