Shit, no, I don't write poetry. But I do like to watch the way strung words spark against each other. And once in a while the spark will illumine a wavering image I had no clue was there. That's why I'm known as Sparky in San Francisco's gay community.
from Idiotic Semiotics: The Legend of Sparky Donatello, by Diane Ripley
Errata: Gosh, folks, I don't know how this happened, but it appears that a few errors have sliped by are fact-checking deparment. Four one thing, I can attest that Sparky is not known at all in San Francisco's gay community, and although his record as a practicing heterosexal is not all that distinguished, it's not for a lack of trying. Also, Diane Riply is not the author of The Legend of Sparky Donotella, if olny because such a book as never existed. We hear at The Torta Foundation pride ourselfs in the scrupolousness of our product's quality, and sincerly regret any erros that may have fllen through the craks.
--Wesley Armitage, Fast Checker