Matt, I haven't been able to get to the place where I add you.
Because my computer is so fucked up.
But I bet it's fine this afternoon after I sign off and sign on again.
If you are a female and anywhere near New York you should check Matt out.
I think Matt is superhot, and his photos disturb me.
But he is a straight man and apparently inexplicably available.
So you should definitely "get on that" if you are anywhere near New York, female and need servicing, ecstasy, oblivion, etc.
While I have no personal experience of said creature, I can tell Matt will be really good in the "orgasm department."
I just have a certain intution in this department after my past sluttiness.
Straight or gay, I can read a face.
Okay that is the most extreme thing I will post today.
My husband is home and in need of attention after his long malady (cold the past week).
Yes, Matt, I have been ripping you off like mad this week poetically.
Your "tiny troy aikmann" poem was the source of all the tiny people in my poems this week. i admit it.
minor poets borrow. great poets steal.
who said taht? that fuckin anti semite eliot i think.
but yes.
I find Matt readworthy, eyeworthy and all the other worthies.
Sue me.
Oh, the guy I'm talking about in case you're wondering is the sexy dude in my blogroll listed as "The Booth of Our Conniving."
Matt, I have no idea where you got that GREAT title from, but I always think of this Baudelaire prose poem which is one of the first i was translating when i was teaching myself french in like 1984 or something..." he has a prose poem with all these differnt booths in it...
Charles Baudelaire was hot. Like Matt.
But Matt is alive. And Charlie is dead.
So if you are a female with poetic potential go hook up with Matt and your poetic potential will be enhanced.
I am convinced of that.
He doesn't pay me to pimp hm like this.
He will probably be greatly embarrassed. But the further the charm, you know....
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Not to mention, it's Matt's birthday today! :)
I'm still finding little balled-up Troy Aikmans around my apartment. They're hard to get rid of.
This post is an x-cellent b-day present.
My blog name comes from one of JA's more recent prose poems, "Theme Park Days". It can be listened to here.
The first sentence is, "Dickhead, they called him, for his name was Dong, Tram Van Dong."
The poem ends thusly: "'Have a care, though, lest what I tell you here trespass beyond the booth of our conniving. Yet it will spread, as surely as en epidemic becomes the element we have chosen to live in: our old infectious experiment.'"
That's a quote within the poem, the words of the aforementioned Tram Van Dong.
My appropriation of this character is open to interpretation.
Have a good day, and many happy returns to Lord Byron on his 221st...
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Don’t you have any bad habits
just you my love
don’t you have the good sense of a portulaca
just you my twin –
this little volume contains
the heart-rending search
for the Holy Spirit
undertaken over several incarnations
often for no evident reason
and in less than obvious ways
by a poor virgin
but not for long
from which the above fragment
is all that remains.
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