evilbeej | Guyyyyyyyyyyys...

Yo peeps, you /are/ allowed to crit *anything* I post here. I'm not putting shit up here for glamour and adulation, and I'm not posting anything resembling finished products anywhere, because DAMN, the day I write a finished product is the day I finally kick it and retire to that great big comic book shop in the sky. Seriously. And that's not a bad thing, it's not a morbid statement, it's a simple philosophical fact:

Nothing I write will be /done/ until I can't change anything anymore.

So.

Please. If you like something, let me know, and let me know why, so I can do it again. If you don't like something, let me know, and let me know why, so I can do it better. If you think something is complete crap, or you don't /get/ something, or you /do/ get something and think it's total hogwash, LET ME KNOW.

Comment!!

I mean, are comments only for bullshit and/or angsty and/or Real Life Drama and/or artwork entries?

So it's poetry. That doesn't mean it's stuck-up beret-wearing espresso-slurping computer-scorning More Arrogant Than Thou 'artiste' shit. I mean, jesus, look at who the fuck's writing it. Me. It's not something pretentious to tiptoe around; I'm not made of bone china or eggshells or some shit. It's just the way my mind happens to be wandering, these days. And I like words.

The only thing I /won't/ do is stop.

Thank GOD, my muse is back.

Little fucker.