I meant to write a poem. A free wheeling poem. One about wind, about waves, about tornadoes and sex. About finding love in the crud between your toenails, about chasing the pastel horizon, about fucking stars, about wishing you were something you were not just for the experience of being something else. This was to be a deep poem, a tear eliciting poem that would appeal to all and everyone with any concept of the self or others. It was to be broadcast via satellite to igloo huts, indian teepes, japanese skyscrapers, and childrens dreams. But, I got drunk instead, and all I came up with was this... It's called "Wasabi." Sorry to disapoint.

Wasabi
SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE
SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE
SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE
SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE SAKE
BANSAIIIIII!!!!!!!

A peso to he who can guess what's keeping me warm tongiht ;P)

PS I think indigo got voted off the rainbow...Petition the mayor of the world to get him back on.

PeeEssEss I'm Seeing STARSSSSS

(Enough local-san!)