I CELEBRATE myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you....
Originally Posted by The Terminator
I'm not too big on poetry
...I am mad for it to be in contact with me. The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, and buzzed whispers.... loveroot, silkthread, crotch and vine...
Even folks who aren't big on poetry must get a kick out of that blend of eroticism and egoism. The man is just fun to read.