Once upon a time, I had a fiancee. That time passed, but the awful, shallow, pedantic poetry I wrote remained. And one day, I was going to throw all of them away.
But I didn’t.
I made them weirder. Stronger. Funnier than before.
And then I ran out of those poems, and kept going. I read them in coffee shops. I read them to friends. I read them to my mom. Then I posted them online, where you are! Good for you!
Word Stew for the Hungry Masses 
February 14, 2007 at 5:39 pm
more psychotic love poetry, more creepy, more questions
February 15, 2007 at 9:58 am
I should be able to write one a day, every work day. If I’m feeling extra creepy, maybe I’ll post some on the weekends, too. We’ll see how long I can keep this up.