Just reading through some old poetry and stuff that I did a few months ago (I’ll try and put some online soon), and came across a line I really liked “plug your wires into my stigmata”. I love reading old poems, cause some of them, I’m like, “Yeah! I rule! Whoohoo! You go on with your bad self, homegirl!” And then there are other ones that I sort of want to sweep under the carpet, cause I realize how stilted they are, or how blindly I was seeing when they were conceived. Ah well. Its all for the best.

UPDATE:

I just spent a few hours putting together some of my favoritest ones into a new little section of my site that I like to call “constellated acts of courageous cosmology” (you know hows I luvs them big werds!)