A Question about Poets and Poetry.

Someone has to speak for Satan- if only to make the conversation a little more fiery (or bound for hell). Devil's advocating always makes you look like a douche but sometimes that's the price you must pay to amuse yourself. (And Laura: I think you're an excellent exploiter of wood. And by wood I mean poetry and by exploiter I mean writer. And by Laura I mean you. Wait.. you get that this is metaphor right? RIIGHT?)

Also, reminds me of

http://shamash.typepad.com/sha...aise_of_th.html

It's hard to pick a favorite but mine may be:

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef. (SEXY)

Or John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.