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Date Posted: 15:27:38 08/22/05 Mon
Author: got dam sentence fragments
Author Host/IP: 68.89.136.109
Subject: I almost threw my mouse at the monitor
In reply to: dp 's message, "10?" on 14:07:17 08/20/05 Sat

No art dor, I am so got dam average. I am a frustrated wantabe scholar letting my mind drift so blind. A perpetual sophomore, there was a book called Confessions Of An Ex-Prom Queen she talked about her college career. Her passion to understand it all from the first humans to the present. She had a time line running around the walls of her dorm room. She wanted to fit all the pieces together all history, evolution, how we became human. Me I am just trying to understand myself. That stranger I call me.All those studio eighters started so young, wirtting in their teens or younger. Writting never crossed my mind till I was in my thirties. I got no music in me, therefore no poetry. Just all about me. And like I said I am so dam average. Average but strange. Twisted language, some kind of autism it seems. But you know what a hypochondriac I am. Just don't want to scare no one. This is a good place for me to be. Studio eight is cool. I been spending just as much time there as ever or so it seems. but I just don't post anymore. Thinking about that robert service poem on the last jam. You can't lose what you never had. No wife just a couple of girlfriends. No bussiness, just the road. Happy to be alive. But I wonder about these got dam cigarettes, nothing but a death wish. What the fuk is my hurry. My family so blessed. No real tragedies, no car wrecks, no casualities in war. But we are getting so old. I used to pray that I would die first, just did not want to feel that grief of losing a sibling. I got no hard luck story, just trying to figure out why I quit fuking when I was thirty nine. Twenty five years sure can twist a man. I got nothing to offer studio eight by way of redemption. no art, no music, no poetry and I am dam near illiterate. I was flatered when the kind professor talked about my burroughsian rants. But I have never read anything by burroughs so not sure what he meant. But I am dam sure a compulsive typer. This did not start until I was in my thirties, after my experience with spiderlove. Just going to keep on keeping on. Don't waste your time defending S8. I tell you this I think it is great.

I get so pissed at those little squggly lines MS WOrd puts under my mistakes. Sentence fragments I try six times to edit. When I take a freshman course in English I will be back. Until then I hope you can decipher this.

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burroughs? -- dp, 06:36:59 08/23/05 Tue (68.232.129.53)
- Me too, -- wordkook, 07:29:58 08/23/05 Tue (68.89.136.109)
Flattered? -- wordkook, 22:47:43 08/23/05 Tue (68.89.136.109)