The results are in. I am cancer free. And I've lost about six pounds in five days. Gracias, Cole Robinson. Now I'm going to celebrate by shopping for cassettes. Life es bueno.
Poetry is not a problem. There's a lot of terrible poetry. There's a lot of mediocre poetry. There's a lot of self-indulgent poetry. Occasionally there is poetry so good it knocks you flat on your ass. This is rare. The poetry problem is this. A poet writes a poetry collection, it gets some attention. The poet stands in front of a microphone with their face buried in the book or with an iPhone in their hand and reads poems from the book. There's no magic there's no fire there's just a human being reading words. People show up for poetry readings. They sit there and watch a poet read the poems into the microphone. And it's nothing. There's no danger no fire no blinding light. I don't go to poetry readings. I've been to a few. But I never made a habit of attending poetry readings. I never felt great about reading my poems into microphones. I always felt like something was missing. I'll be reading into a microphone in November but for the first ...
The full moon in Scorpio falls in my third house because I have Virgo rising. I dreamed of a pitbull that was tearing up a room and dragging a smaller dead dog of some kind around. I will never understand why people buy that breed. Hatred is all I can think of. They hate themselves and life in general. They hate other people. Having a pitbull (or pitbulls because some assholes have more than one) is a big FUCK YOU to the world. People say, "Oh, it's the sweetest dog in the world! You just have to train it." Fuck you. I am feeling FUCK YOU right now. Happy Mother's Day unless you call yourself a "dog mom" because that's so stupid. Happy Mother's Day unless you own a pitbull or several pitbulls. You suck. A big FUCK YOU also goes out to PersiscopeFilm for initiating the first copyright strike at my Ginger Todger channel. Greed will continue. Cunt bitchery will continue. I'm just over here creating like my ass is on fire. New poetry collection on ...
If you've got a drop of Capricorn in your chart, especially Capricorn rising or either of the luminaries (sun, moon) or any of the personal planets (Mercury, Mars, Venus), you are going to have to work. You are going to have to sweat. Nothing will be handed to you. You will never be satisfied sitting around binge watching "The Walking Dead" or playing GTA. You will not be happy living vicariously through other people. You are here to make it to the top of bitch ass mountain. No shortcuts, baby. Work it work it. End transmission.
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