Jezuz, Rekrab! Transparent glowing green (it's not easy being green ;))? I would've been scared shitless and institutionalized the day after...:eek:
Hey Rekrab, how much for that Bob Dylan poster?Like wild golden retrievers
Actually, it wasn't frightening...
This thread has me remembering a Bukowski poem I read ages ago, a serious one, where he's a starving poet, poor and unknown, and he's visited at night by the spirits of the dead poets or artists (I forget which), and somehow they give him the gift, the genius to write. Anyone know what poem that is?