Amazing

Phoe, opera.

What a bunch of dorks. La-d-dah frou frou ladies in wigs singin' a lotta two dollar words about nothin'. DOY.

Kid: Hi Eugene.

Eugene: Move it or lose it, spud.

Kid: Is that all you got to say to me?

Eugene: What else would I have to a punk like you?

Kid: Well, used to be I thought you could gimme some advice. Used to be I thought you might provide an example I could look up to and emulate. It used to be that because I was younger and smaller than you, I looked up to you as a hero. As an example of what I might be when I grew up. But lately, since you been acting all mean and nasty, I guess the only thing you got to say to me is, "Look out for yourself and the heck with everybody else!" I used to look up to you Eugene, but now that you've gone bad I guess there's nothing left for me to do but...well, go bad, too.

Nightmare

Free Form Poem

I have seen the best /minds/ of my generation
served up fastballs on the blacktop.
Someone yells car, and they scatter like
so many leaves.

Then the bell rings and they are sitting back in their class
staring at a pop quiz

Fountain of Love

by anonymous

Each morn I see you
Bend to drink from
love's own
crystal pool
I tremble near you
Try to think
will I forever say you stink?

Am I bound by this tragic rule?

-Helga G. Potaki

I am about to explore the brave new world of asian-inspired american instant noodle products.