The lights are hit but in a naughty way like ***** little hampsters like.
Befor the audience sits the greatest okay most perverted mind Hello has ever known
yet much like a bad habbit can't ever seem to get rid of.
The man ,The Mith ,The guy who mispells everything and think's that silent movies
that win oscars shows that the oscars are more high than Whitney Huston was on a five week crack binge !

The Icon of Hello Gonzo.

I view the room looking at the young minds and for naughty hampsters with short skirts who
are allergic to underwear.
You have to admire young minds that dress like total ***** well ya do if your a perverted *****
hampster like me.

After taking a sip of a smooth 100 proof and finally starting to  breathing again.


   Raitch

What can be said about this legend of Hello.
Poet ,Writer,Thespain although ive herd she's into guy's.
Yes indeed she is a fire from down below that can not be put out by any simple vist to
a free clinic.

With works that have captured the hearts of the young,The old,And  the  recently incarcerated.
This poet is a more than a icon but a wheel that runith over my ankle in a schoolyard and has
parked it's self apon are hearts or other places closer to are hearts for those of you into pain.


Please Poet's Studio welcome Raitch!

The crowd exploded in the verbal sense that is at the site of are beloved brit.
Hey Gonz how are you?
And btw why the ******* did you get this gig?

Cause I thought of it first cause I sit around all day drinking watching **** and playing video games
yeah i know i totally kick **** !
Im kidding I never play video games  but enough with the forplay children.

Raitch  

In the modern classic Belive you wrote.
It's warm there like a child.

I must say it strikes me like a ****** ****** in a subway after ive grabbed her fake ****.
Your response?

Raitch looked at me in that strange way often people do like I wonder should I brake out the pepper spray or just run for my life.

Finally in ahh of the greatness of my statement she responded.

Umm well that's nice Gonz hey are you high on something new or just maybe
had to many?

Dear Raitch im high on the poetic genius for which you have displayed.
Why do you have any pills?
Umm no she replied in that yummi little accent the brits have hey why ya think i im
such a big fan of Rich hey even if he ses he's gonna stap ya in a back alley still he ses it with such grace
oh spank my **** and call me Jackie Chan.

Raitch when in doing your craft do you find it best done in warm enviroments ?
Gonz if you dont stop this pervert ***** im gonna stab you.
Yes she's a charmer.

Knowing I was on the verge of being knifed or the edge of glory dam you Lady Ga Ga!
I being a true reporter pressed on like a underage schoolgirl with a really ****** fake ID.

Raitch in these warm like desrt conditions do you find it best to write in next nothing at all?
And if so do have any pictures ?
Gonz your a pervert .


Pervert ? me?
I swear you strike at the heart and also kick in the ***** at the same time you poetic Godess of the
east.
Gonz Im from the U.K.

Duh I know Rach its not like im dumb and dont know where the land of dungeons and dragons
is yeah i went to school once .

Raitch i most know were does this tortred genius come from ?

Suprized i asked a real question she paused.

Well Gonz .

Next question  was it from the lack of spankings as a child ?
or do you find it helpful to find stranger's to help recall these memories like myself?
Gonz you are so ****** up on so many levels ?

Thank you Raitch.

Students of poetry what you must see here is through the pain there is a true art that will
always shine through a talent that speaks directly to the reader.
Raitch has been a friend and as a true friend doesnt let us slip  when others just kiss are ***
and tell us were doing great.

She's the one who's never left and still I know no matter how bizzar i get is always there as a
true friend.
In her work we view her pain and the many stages of her life.
And as any great poet she is a book that always desserves to be read.

Hello will always remain a bit brighter for her pressense.
So this is why I honor her.

Well that and hey this is a late Birthday pressent.


The audience clapped in joy and honestly whats better than a happy dose of the clap?
Raitch looked to the twisted hampster of Hello  no not Eliot.
Gonz thanks for this .

Rach your very welcome but one thing I have to ask?
Sure Gonz Shoot.
Thoose pics we mentioned i mean come on we are in the spirt of giving i mean.

I was met with a surge of pain worse than when I first herd Justin Bieber.
The audience must have not seen my cruel and unjust assault for they applauded even louder.

Raitch much like that kung fu master Elvis had left the  building.
taking with her a little bit of my heart fly little bird fly back to your garden and try not stab anyone
or crap on any tourist im kidding who doesnt think thats funny.

Yes Ive learned many things from Raitch one of the most important lessons is to wear a cup.
That and if you **** her off she'll make you cry like a school girl at a Twilight flim.

Stay crazy kids

Everyday waking with the earths’ elements surrounding you
Making minds wonder for a minute or two
The sun fighting through the window to show
The beauty that I’ll never know

The warmness, the heat, the chemistry one will feel
Not knowing any motives ,makes it unreal
The fight to survive is but a mith
For what armour does one have, to carry with?

The wind brings the soft and caring
Though hurtful reality back to me
It doesn’t matter what occurs
Its still you I see

You never view yourself
The way I do
You keep on hurting ….all alone
Cant you see I care for you

Effort , love , sacrifice , time
Never will I call you mine
Hurt , pain , lies , …..you know
What’s left to show

You shut me out
Turn me down
Thinking I’ll just
Always be around

But I’m slowly taking my heart
Putting it away
For a friend who certainly will
Make an effort to stay

A friend who will take me
As I am , till death do us part
Who will guide me with him through life
And he will hold my heart

Dreams is deceiving
Seeing is believing
It’s okay not to be okay
Now lets embrace the fact that tomorrow is a brand new day.

The room was packed in a kinda vacant almost like my mind way.
People posting words most spelled right most all  deep with big words which I really didnt understand.
Dam you kindergarden why didnt I pay more attention !

I was deep in some sort of cult meeting.
I belive people in that third world country called Canada people
call it a poetry reading.
You here to share your work sir?

the woman asked in a strange way unlike most women she didnt seem to be armed with anything but thoose dam tassers were getting smaller and smaller everyday but hey it isnt how big your tasser is it's how
you use it right girls?
Im know im not right.

The grand dragon or queen and owner of the cult approached the mic with a lingering want in his eyes
he gripped the mic firmly in his hands and from the way he handled the mic i could tell this was a man who enjoyed holding a mic in his hands hmmm must be playing for the other team like Green Bay Packers.
But enough about the man for who's name I cant mention or i'll be thrown in the princeple's office yet again.
And no man should have to face that *** dungeon by themself or at least without being paid first.


Hello poet's welcome to are open mic night he said in a very manish like Justin Bieber tone.
Oh baby but enough with the forplay children.

One by one the group said there verses covering many subjects most which were about fairy tales
like love and men who put down the seat after taking a **** duh who ever does that!?
And as these hampsters went through there woe's and tales of  lakes and long walks on the beach many had to question on such a deep level.

What the **** was ******* up semi insane ****** with a heart of gold like myself doing the **** here?
Im kidding im not a ****** I never charge.

And now fellow poets id like to welcome a very special guest.
Please give a warm poetry welcome to notorious black sheep of the site
one word can only describe him the man the mith the ******* who's so long winded he'll
put you into a coma Gonzo.


Without wasting time to speak utter nonsense in a utter crap style
Drew how we miss you.
I stood befor the group.

The silence a strange sister indeed many looked and i could tell what they thought
Whos this long winded *******.
Okay that kinda hurt.

I took a nice long breath of air in looked to the cult leader handed him my drink .
And began.

Poetry what can I say about it ?
Why did I ever start writting?
You may belive it was to voice the inner struggels of daily torment to give art to chaos.
Yes indeed.
Ahh **** folks im kidding i just did it to  make chicks think i was deep and its the only sport ive played where being a drunk is just a added plessure

Hey we can express are pain or just party are little drunken arses off
Me I only drink twice a week.
Weekdays and weekends.

Sure I could have come here been serious uptight never cracked a joke or mispelled anything cause i was having a few social bottles of whiskey with a like garnish of acid but what fun would that be?

Look everyone needs to laugh and every class needs clown just like every town its *****.
And every village its mispelling  idiot!
A voice said interupting my epic speech theres always a smart *** somewhere
but hey that was a good one ******.

Mr Gonzo is there any advice you can give us to make this write any longer?
Why yes young little hampster.
Always carry plenty  of cash for the strippers write more about drinking and *******.
And most of all Stay Crazy


Oh yeah and if your parents like your writing  it probaly *****.

And from the hushed voices i could tell i had touched the young minds but not in a weird avoid uncle Charlie and his nonexistant candy bar in the pocket kinda way.

It was more like uhh what the **** is he on and I hope insanity isnt catching cause i was
sitting next to that perve kinda way.

And so like a mad hatter or a kinda weird guy dressed like one at a all you can eat buffet
I was off.
And as I  put the pinto to the wind I herd the   applause
As that person for which we do not name said.
And finally that twisted freak Gonzo has left the building

. to my surprise, would you believe you,
opening the Pickwick Papers...
   Dickens reads like an insistence
of spreading butter on a warm piece
of toast;
i'm more inclined to fibrous
narratives, notably in the guise of
Irish existentialists...
   the rocky-esque: break your leg
while you're at it running
    a Minotaur's marathon:
   yes, not in a straight line...
                                      but in a maze.

ever since i remember what
mathematics was in school,
and what mathematics
was at university...

              i've been bewildered by
what mathematics is,
in reality...
  shorthand...

at university level mathematics
is seems to be so focused
on abstracts that...
well... i had to sample something
from it:

as i was told:
just because you're a mathematician
doesn't imply you're
a synonym of someone who,
once upon a time,
would sit in an architectural
office: and be good at arithmetic...

so...
  is this statement true?

                 rouge ∈ red

well... erm...
                             x ∈ A
i guess...

   rouge belongs to red,
it's a vague representation
of red, in that it's a shy red...

so yeah...
                 rouge ∈ red...

or rather:                  red ∩ white (B)

so... yeah:

                   A ∩ B {x : x ∈ A & x ∈ B)

x ∈ A / B...

so what about... burgundy?
what makes...
    ah... white, red, violet...

      so this is... the "grand" logic?

elaborate slang...
should i learn it...
it would also reveal:

   a generic name,
e.g. John Smith...

            using ∀, i.e.
for every instance of the surname
Smith, has a predicate: John...

mathematical shorthand...

no...     ∀ can't work here...
i.e. not every John (A) is a Smith (B)...
but a John Smith
can exist as both

i.e. (A ∩ B) ⊆ A   (a)
   (A ∪ B) ⊇ B          (b) -

     (which is basically an elaborate
of ≤ and ≥) -

  oh look... and some Braille
while we're at it:
                                    ∴  ergo

   ∵       because 1 + 1 = 2   or?
       1 + 1 is therefore 2?

five sets of etc.:
  …        ⋯
               ⋮       ⋰
and ⋱

              back to John Smith...

(A ∩ B) ⊆ A:
    every name has a surname...
(A ∪ B) ⊇ B
   every surname has a name...

because Socrates or Plato...
were?
                                 Plato Alexopolous?
Socrates Anastas?
        
John Smith could become...

A ∩ B {x : x ∈ A & x ∈ B)
    
   John "jomith" Smith
       prefix (of) A: jo-
              and suffix (of): -mith

A ∪ B {x : x ∈ A & x ∈ B)
sure... but that wouldn't be true...
if we're talking about John "jomith" Smith...
if A ∪ B were true...
we'd be talking about John
"johnsmith" Smith
and not
  about A ∩ B, i.e. John "jomith" Smith...

come to think of it...
would have i written something
like this, by having only enjoyed
the smoothness of a Dickens' novel?
i couldn't get my head
around this... without first
prying open S. Beckett's watt?

i don't think so.