Where's your crack-head Mary poem from Urbis? I dug that one...with the religious undertones and the familiar scenery of coke fiends, kinda made me feel at home.
Hi Stacey, I haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's the Chicken Master doing these days? I'll have to read your new stuff... damn. I haven't talked to you in forever, and now I have to truck off to bed. Drop me an e-mail when you get the chance... I've got a new band up and running. Hope all is well with you!