No more paper tigers my friend. It’s only live ammo from here on out.
Take it and shove it down their throats, it’s actually more than they deserve.
Let the universe rotate around you for a bit, and gather up that energy. You have a road ahead of you.
You did the honest work, took the higher calling.
You wrote it.
Now its the shit river without a canoe. Publishers, venue managers, literary agents and worst of all, other poets, who can’t hold their own dicks when it comes to writing.
Soak in the sun Jim.
Because right now it’s yours, you own it and everything it shines on.
Start showing your teeth. This is your parade.
Fuck the detractors.
-Alfred Lawrence “Butch” Wolfrom III
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