when life imitates art

i must say, there's something inherently gratifying about being able to pontificate like a pompous ass with a poetical disorder and actually have people (well, Rob) read it and demand explanations of my nonsense and stuff.
huzzah!

a psychoanalyst would probably tell me that stating my ideas in as ambiguous and inflammatory a way possible is some kind of defense mechanism.
and that is why i'm pro-abortion.