A Crying Sham

mea culpa.

of course, I LIVE in a universe of semi-frowns (where unmitigated praise is indeed the chiefest of bastards) so I am hardly effected by your half-hearted variety.  still, to be fair, I'm reading Nietzche right now and have to admit that I felt an uncontrollable urge to say (enthusiastically) "yes!" to my pleasures - one of which is enjoyment of word-play (when it's done well) in poetic form.  So, there - an unrepentant mea culpa

or is that pushing it?  hell, I'm beyond caring these days.