Finally, someone agrees with me.

Tom Green's directorial debut, Freddy Got Fingered, is a courageous masterpiece of surrealist art.

Will somebody please kill this guy?

Bike Shop David says: "Ima stur-fry his ass."

Let's forget we're brothers (revised)

Let's forget we're brothers
counting in the night
your morning mouth a
black apple burning.

Let's forget we're brothers
boxing at my wedding
women dust their yellow dance
on a gleaming new boat.

Let's forget we're brothers
and detonate in truckbeds,
before the dark cape
sends the wind against us
with its chalkboard suns
and its suicidal shrimp

Let's forget to ask
who dialed away those
concrete-doorstep Sundays
you took my hand on
hammocked dreams,
corrugated green,
through the bragging trees

Let's forget
the heirlooms
I've drowned:
the lime twig
Dad's nugget
your spine