You'll notice that this journal is ugly like an angry husband, but trust me: I can't help it.
If a certain Sexton would get off her ass and help me with the code, things would be just peachy. In the meantime, check out ye friends page, for a view into the lives of all poets concerned. You may need a scorecard to understand exactly who's sleeping with whom ... and from whom you can bum your next fag. Cheers.