The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure.
Flagstaff, Arizona, USA
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…saw a guy out on my ride today,
as he was pedaling out to play…
…he was all decked out in old school kit’
‘la vie claire’ all the way…
…but i knew it wasn’t greg though,
of that i can surely say…
…there was no one in a suit
with a briefcase, following, on this day…
…in retrospect, my rhyming meter sucks…
…but i stand by my intent…
…pure unfettered yet deserved insult…
Yes, my “greatest novel in the history of literature!” has disappeared many times in that undertow of waking consciousness.
Gone, like beautiful morning wood
Consumed in the fire
of your shrieking wife’s voice
“get your ass out of bed and get to work”
It didn’t disappear… that was the best I have read in a while.
I am NOT FAT I’m a sprinter!
The words just hide from the light, obsorbed by the night, and saved for another day.