I don’t remember him having 4 arms. That is a cool public service announcement to stay away from fast food.

Cleverly penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Sounds like Grimace and Cookie Monster would have a lot in common. lol. So he couldn’t get over as a heel? So they turned him baby! The four arms are kinda creepy, even by dropping “Evil” it still sounds like a heel name. Was the Hamburglar a heel too? Stealing hamburgers and such. I’m having too much fun with the wrestling lingo brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hey Keith, I can dig it. Nicely written my dear friend!

The “Evil Grimace” design definitely leaned into that exaggerated, bulky cartoon villain look. It wasn’t really about realistic body size so much as creating a goofy, over-the-top shape that kids would instantly recognize. What’s funny is how he eventually transformed from a four‑armed “evil” milkshake thief into the friendly, clumsy purple blob everyone knows today, one of the strangest character glow‑ups in fast‑food history. Big purple hug, my dear friend.

Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Supposedly he found religion in prison? Appreciate you.

Damian

This sounds quite revengeful in a surprising way.

I admire your attitude in this.

Without a doubt, you are a force to be reckoned with. x

Powerfully penned, Keith. This is vintage you brother. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is deep and takes the mind to a place that makes you ponder what we are witnessing today, could it be avoided if we just remembered past events instead of letting it just fade into the back ground

Tight rhymes, amigo. Sing your songs, even silently. They still hit.

hello dearest Damian this made me sad the horde is so ficke my friend I feel you ❤️

Well damn. This reads like a whiskey bottle that learned to rhyme. I can practically hear the guitar echoing off brick walls. You really said, “Let’s take a road trip with regret,” and made it sound cool. Brooding in the best way. I’m into it.

A beautifully chaotic board, fitting for a poem about drifting identities, inner shadows, and the erosion of meaning. You’ve written something that feels like a road‑worn blues song fused with psychological noir.

Cool piece. Dark, intelligent & moving.

I got the feel of a New York City late night blues while reading this excerpt of a journey.
C Train, getting off at W 4th St, an urban couple getting frisky and fussy in public, a homeless man marking his territory,
a rat scurrying beneath the 3rd rail as the lone guitarist curates those city blues.

Straight diggin this vibe, D

Much respect

Naaj

“Dark passenger”…now that’s a concept i like to delve into very much. Relating to this wholeheartedly. Maybe a tad too much lol.

I don’t know where this one took others, and I’m refusing to check yet. But to me, this reads as those who are watching evil taking the stage and are documenting what they see. It reminds me of a name much in the news these days, and the vile things perpetrated and orchestrated by him. But that one man couldn’t have done any of those things without a lot of collaboration from a lot of others. Many of whom are currently destroying our world. The blues in the shadows fits this vibe so perfectly. And regardless where it takes people, it takes us, my friend

Not sure why I imagined a literal cat with guitar… But then it has this bluesy feel, nostalgic, that delta-blues style.
Cool write my friend.

I like this.

Excellent

thanks for reading.
regards
james