shart_attack
Gold Member
Phillip's ridiculous poems are one of the reasons readers used to wonder why he never picked up his head when his proctologist called and said he found it. From all his blue color here, you can see why after an absence (probably institutionalized for a while), he reappeared and snuck on again as Blue Artist. He thought he would fake people out that it wasn't the Boston Village Idiot, but people were too smart for him and realized just who it was.
Oh, and as a poet, Keats wouldn't be worried about your latrine wall scribblings.
That's where I come in, see.