If one could breath on Venus,
they'd be able to look up into
the sky and wave to their friends
on the other side of the planet.

blew an intercostal muscle during the last song of band practice the other day...felt like someone separated a rib with a crowbar...thus, i was unable to make it to the colossal editing session scheduled for that evening...been reading about that crazy-bearded Whitman...what a character...but do lengthy lines make a poet great?...