Dear Jesus,
I'm working on learning this Graham Coxon song called, "In the Morning." But there are flies surrounding me. Maybe everything is awful. I'll probably get fat before I die. I hate almost everything. I'll probably get ahead of you in line, if I kill your parents.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Monday, September 20, 2010
Dave's Death 2
Dave never really connected with people very well. He was very shy and set in his ways you might say. I don't know if anyone really has closure as I do not in the way that I still don't know how he died. His father said he had a heart attack and still I would make the assumption that it was drug induced. No one really wanted to tell me the truth I guess. I don't know if anyone reads my blogger blog anymore. The class is over, but I want to continue with doing things. I want to connect with people even if Dave never could. He died with three names in his cellular phone address book. "Typical Dave," his brother said in reference to this. I don't think Dave knew that he was a good person. He was so caught up with the fact that humanity is so bad, he never would talk about the good things in life. After the wake, I feel almost more painful, because now it is definite that I won't see him again. I had wanted to see him again, but we never got around to seeing each other. I was mean to him, admonishing him for his drinking and negativity. Though, we were never too different. I have difficulty connecting with people and yet now I feel like I am talking about things which brings the topic to "all about me." I just wish Dave was still alive...
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Dave's Death
If there were one person I would expect to die, it would be Dave, and yet I cannot tell Dave and admonish him now that he is dead. I will see him tomorrow perhaps at the wake. Perhaps connection with his other friends will dull the sadness. I guess I will get back into blogging, because I have to continue on with life in a way that Dave cannot take part anymore. Dave used to write a new message each day on Facebook about things that were disgusting and now I will do something similar; Not the disgusting part. Love, Cory
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Branching Sentences
(2) Sentences:
(1) As the sentence branched, I realized the meaning of life, and now what will I become knowing that the past periods of time were left to no one's revision?
(2) In a dream, Lord Guavadon told me to measure Taylor Gile's sleeping patterns, in this way I set up camp with anal probes and beneath-skin implants, therefore challenging extraterrestrial skill in the trade of sleeping human abductions.
(1) As the sentence branched, I realized the meaning of life, and now what will I become knowing that the past periods of time were left to no one's revision?
(2) In a dream, Lord Guavadon told me to measure Taylor Gile's sleeping patterns, in this way I set up camp with anal probes and beneath-skin implants, therefore challenging extraterrestrial skill in the trade of sleeping human abductions.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Openers and Inversion
(1) Meanwhile, back in the city of Portland, ME, the uneducated wander the street searching for handouts.
(2) Someday, I will graduate, and a mild sense of pride will be gained.
(2) Someday, I will graduate, and a mild sense of pride will be gained.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Story for Group B
The Wiccan Family Tree
In 1860, from humble beginnings, a child was born to Willow Chlorophob. Willow, like Harry Potter was a belligerent Wiccan and was a native to downtown Williamsburg, VA. Life downtown was better than living in the suburbs, but times were rough and the suburbs were a condition to be contrived only after the Civil War and Post-Industrialism. She had access to all necessary commodities in the United States. Willow worked as a musical clown in Uptown Loin’s Town. It was always ambiguously sub-grouped on the map, but she found her way around anyway. Times were tumultuous with Abraham Lincoln at the forefront of the American Civil war.
The child’s name was Behemoth and he was agoraphobic from conception. Out of the womb he lived a solitary life without friends or benefactors. Killing time he spent the days playing the necessary childhood games like shadow pantomimes, and hide and seek. Hide and seek was different than that of modern times in the way that the seeker was seeking an object like that of a thimble or key. Behemoth was the only one to play so he hid the object and became inebriated off his mother’s gin therefore forgetting the hiding place. Everything had to be done his own way and his mother always tried to engage him in competitive tasks.
In 1865, his father left the family for a new mistress and inherited a Mississippi blunt farm from his new acquired father-in-law. This is of now real relevance to our story as time went on with Behemoth anticipating the future. In 1865, Behemoth had begun seeing the future events like Nostradamus or Zachariah in the form of U2 songs. All of his classmates found it inspiring when he sang hits off of Joshua’s Tree accept they did not know what dimension from which they had come. Also, he received precognition of Slow Train Coming by Bob Dylan. But he had crossed the lines in the eyes of the multitudes. When things lied outside the borders of what was known it was heretical. This was a basis of all human experience. This is what defined Behemoth’s experience. He had to keep his mouth shut; he was dead to them.
In 1860, from humble beginnings, a child was born to Willow Chlorophob. Willow, like Harry Potter was a belligerent Wiccan and was a native to downtown Williamsburg, VA. Life downtown was better than living in the suburbs, but times were rough and the suburbs were a condition to be contrived only after the Civil War and Post-Industrialism. She had access to all necessary commodities in the United States. Willow worked as a musical clown in Uptown Loin’s Town. It was always ambiguously sub-grouped on the map, but she found her way around anyway. Times were tumultuous with Abraham Lincoln at the forefront of the American Civil war.
The child’s name was Behemoth and he was agoraphobic from conception. Out of the womb he lived a solitary life without friends or benefactors. Killing time he spent the days playing the necessary childhood games like shadow pantomimes, and hide and seek. Hide and seek was different than that of modern times in the way that the seeker was seeking an object like that of a thimble or key. Behemoth was the only one to play so he hid the object and became inebriated off his mother’s gin therefore forgetting the hiding place. Everything had to be done his own way and his mother always tried to engage him in competitive tasks.
In 1865, his father left the family for a new mistress and inherited a Mississippi blunt farm from his new acquired father-in-law. This is of now real relevance to our story as time went on with Behemoth anticipating the future. In 1865, Behemoth had begun seeing the future events like Nostradamus or Zachariah in the form of U2 songs. All of his classmates found it inspiring when he sang hits off of Joshua’s Tree accept they did not know what dimension from which they had come. Also, he received precognition of Slow Train Coming by Bob Dylan. But he had crossed the lines in the eyes of the multitudes. When things lied outside the borders of what was known it was heretical. This was a basis of all human experience. This is what defined Behemoth’s experience. He had to keep his mouth shut; he was dead to them.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Dialog
"Garfield" By: Jim Davis 8/16/1987
On a bus
Woman: "Is this seat taken?"
Jon Arbuckle: "Not at all."
Woman: "Wow! That's a bug cat! He didn't look that big from the front of the bus 'cause things look smaller from far away."
Woman: "Yup, if he had a mane he'd look just like a lion. But, then they'd make him get off at the zoo, I suppose!"
Woman: "Zoos make me nervous. I'm never sure which side of the bars I'm on. I wonder if animals feel that way at too?"
Woman: "Well, I gotta change seats. You guys talk too much. I can't hear myself think!"
Jon: "You sure meet some characters on the bus."
Man: "Watch what you say! Uranus has spies everywhere!"
My Dialog:
Cory: "Is time proportional to the number of material things bought, the number of cats pet, the number of words read, number of female hairs stroked in whimsical hours, or the number of tears, which have fallen in vain?"
God: "I guess you'll find out in time young one of my creation."
On a bus
Woman: "Is this seat taken?"
Jon Arbuckle: "Not at all."
Woman: "Wow! That's a bug cat! He didn't look that big from the front of the bus 'cause things look smaller from far away."
Woman: "Yup, if he had a mane he'd look just like a lion. But, then they'd make him get off at the zoo, I suppose!"
Woman: "Zoos make me nervous. I'm never sure which side of the bars I'm on. I wonder if animals feel that way at too?"
Woman: "Well, I gotta change seats. You guys talk too much. I can't hear myself think!"
Jon: "You sure meet some characters on the bus."
Man: "Watch what you say! Uranus has spies everywhere!"
My Dialog:
Cory: "Is time proportional to the number of material things bought, the number of cats pet, the number of words read, number of female hairs stroked in whimsical hours, or the number of tears, which have fallen in vain?"
God: "I guess you'll find out in time young one of my creation."
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