To start things off I’ll share the very only poem I know by heart. Learned at the age of twelve … it was short, it rhymed and it swore… shit, it’s still my favorite poem.
The Virtues of Carnation Milk
Carnation Milk is the best in the land; Here I sit with a can in my hand -- No tits to pull, no hay to pitch, You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch. -Anonymous
note: Officially this is my first post. There will be a large amount of post that show up before this one. The reason, I should have started my blog years ago. I’ve traveled a lot over the past couple of years, to the point that I’ve almost lost track. I’m going to publish those events in chronological order according to date so when I look back at it I can remember.
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