all poems, mine and otherwise, stem from this image.
There is nothing wrong with the kool aid you don't drink.
the world would be better without Harry Shearer
if Robert Frost started every morning with a graham cracker and the half beer he left in the fridge the night before, he'd still be alive.
I have been thinking about Tokyo lately, and how it pertains to Mothra and her pals.
King Ghidora, king of all ghidoras.
