Eating Snowmobiles for Breakfast

The Burlesque Language of my Mind........

This is a collection of snippits from my mind. Writing is my pulse. Night is the lover I cannot contain and i'm OBSESSED. My life is an orchestrated nocturne. A musical perhaps. Welcome to my fantasy world. I'm into survival

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naiveandwitty

11/7/2008 11:05 AM PST

thumbs up. great work.

amanra

11/6/2008 7:50 AM PST

God luck

Penname

8/1/2008 10:20 PM PDT

“New Apartment Smell” is my favorite.

A hard call, mind you. Reading your work is like…

“Wow. So that’s what words are for.”

green8red

7/31/2008 12:39 PM PDT

The sheer wackiness and utter abandon of this poem put many great images in my head. I think that randomness is the true form of the heart.

K_B_Watts

7/22/2008 10:46 AM PDT

This was really a great flowing poem with many interesting facets. Sometimes I felt the saddness and other times I felt the total randomness. Well done.

MadManMike

7/19/2008 11:55 AM PDT

Excellent write. You have a special way of getting your meaning across. You don't ramble, as I do, but that's my problem. Will definetly be reading more of you. Great poem!!

MadManMike

saraelizabeth

7/18/2008 7:44 AM PDT

Your writing is really fascinating- the details and word choice are absolutely excellent, and the randomness of the longer ones even remind me a little of "Howl" (Allen Ginsberg). If I had once request for this project, it would be that the poems, in general, were longer... which I suppose explains why "Do Your Ears Hang Low" is one of my favorites. Overall, cool stuff!