Who said the prevailing tone of a poetry blog ought to be *prissy*? Because it's chronic like strep. That the current dailyish content providers of the bloggy poemly have failed to score from the 1 yard line on 400,000 straight downs seems of little concern. You. Might. See. Your. Name. On. Their. Page. And. So. You. Go.

Maybe just the constant rub of wave over the course of the last four years: maybe it's just that so many of you out there just toootally suck. But, you know, goddamn. Who would _want_ to be in a poetic community with *you*? Seems like the blog world serves as an outpost only for the cheesiest of artists: below-mediocrity rulez, with a twist of sanctimony!

Sure, I'm a horrible bastard. But you're boring. And that's worse.

4 years off the sauce and on the blog have taught me numerous things, many of which I remember. But mostly it's just confirmed that (in poetry at least) shit floats. Here's to 4 more years of my bullying. Prost!