Hey, gang.
Do you like contests?
Do you like the opportunity to win things simply by bending your big brain around things and making something neat and nifty? :puppet:
Do you like to storm the gates of Heaven, demand entrance, and be accepted as a part of the universal flux and flavour of the basic components of existence as transmogrified upon the skein of contemplation? :clown:
Well, have I got a contest for you!
Go over to the Library of the Living Dead and participate in this writing challenge!
The Foetid Poetry Contest!
http://libraryofthelivingdead.lefora.com/2010/07/28/the-fetid-poet-bad-poetry-contest-win-tons-of-free/#post0Doooooo eeeeet! You know you can!
PS: Did I mention that I'm a judge? (And jury and executioner and nommer of brains, too, if I can wrangle the right kind of frippery into the right type of slippery....)
PPS: Did I also mention my book is in the grand prize pak along with some other tasty pieces of wordy words? Hmmmmm?
Come on, get in the game, and put your best bad poetry forward, prepare to reap they reward...
