You've Got Four Nines? Well I've Got A 9 And A Clip, Bitch.

So I caught a really bad beat at poker last night. Erik and his fucking quad nines. But that, as they say, is poker. Or, as I say, fuck that fucking fuckity shit.

So Czeslaw Milosz is my new favorite poet. I love it when I read things that remind me just how much my soul resembles war-ravaged Poland.

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll fuck you with a rake.

Oh, how I love you all, my readers, my reminders, my redeemers, my co-mates and brothers in exile!