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November 21, 2003

wordless

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some days, i feel wordless.
limited by language.
tied shut.

Posted by jeff pitcher at November 21, 2003 12:16 PM

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You must, I believe, learn to stuff your penis into the eye of the universe, mon ami. It is, yes, proverbial, but Nagasaki jizz flower a magnificent winter bloom.

Posted by: Remi Ouellet at November 21, 2003 02:23 PM

in days when i feel wordless, i seek pleasure in words found in a great book. remember how i told you that one fine morning that following my discovery of Life of Pi by Yann Martel, all the books i've read afterwards were nothing more than disappointment? well, i am grateful that you can prove me wrong. 100 Years of Solitude. i can't put it down. incredible story. absolutely incredible.

Posted by: hidden dragon at November 21, 2003 04:33 PM

I have wondered how many muslim/hindu/christian people that had eaten tiger shit there are/were at any given time on this planet. I would guess, 1.
pitcher, I owe you an apology. I was brpwsing through my (rather large) library and came upon Cold Mountain. You lent me this book about 3 years ago. It was a good book, not great, good. I shall return it post-haste. My own books are so dear to me I essentially do not lend them out. Pehaps I will hand deliver it to your door, with a hug. Albany, yes?
As to the muslim/hindu/christian eating tiger shit, I also suggest reading Yann Martels Life of Pi. If only there were more human beings on the planet like this gentle man. Thoughtful, direct, muslim/hindu/christian, simultaneously. That fills me with joy.
I myself worship Satan and must sacrifice a goat on the full moon every month, but thats just me.
Now I'm going to look for the eye of the universe, I have some penis stuffing I want to try, proverbially of course.
Smiles, everyone smiles,
John REnsing

Posted by: John REnsing at November 21, 2003 05:36 PM

pitcher, apparently your in good company. Bill Clinton came out with his top 21 list of favorite books. Now THAT is the most contrived list I have ever seen.
And I read that Ottmar liebert and Snoop Dogg are working on an Album together. Sweet.
JOhn

Posted by: John Rensing at November 22, 2003 07:31 AM

One can choose to be either an optimist or a pessimist. Of course you can choose which you’d like to be. Though I am of the opinion that optimists add to the joy of the world and pessimists add to the misery…

John, I feel silly bringing this up, but I am an English teacher, so please take this as coaching and not an attack.

Your = possessive (example: Is this your coat?)
You’re = you are (example: Pitcher, apparently you’re in good company.)

I’ve been watching you make this mistake for a while now.

-Eugene

Posted by: Eugene Desoto at November 22, 2003 01:31 PM

Yes. I am ashamed. Your right you know. I usually go over what I type, not thoroughly, just cursory. Most of the time I type in a frenzy trying to get out numerous thoughts and settle for just a few. Things like "brpwsing" happen. But your right(giggle). I should pay more attention to things of that nature. It is a reflection upon me how I use the language, whether written or spoken. Have you commented on anyone elses use of the language on this site, I wonder? It is almost a crime. Especially to an english teacher I would presume. I shall make a concerted effort to correct any mistakes I may make. Rather, quite, perhaps, and I get this shit.
But, seeing how I am a cock, I should have learned to expect and accept this years ago.
Just to make sure I understand, the apostrophe in you're stands in place of the space and the a in are, yes?
Next time someone wants to comment on the obvious, don't. Try explaining to me the significance of E=MC 2(squared) instead. Ooh, I'm getting testy. Maybe it's (it is) starting to get to me, this web site, my anger and vitriol. It's building up, I gonna explode. (Is gonna a word?)
Perhaps I'll end up in some institution outside of Ventura foaming at the mouth and playing with myself, more than usual, I mean. At least I can still use the word perhaps and not sound pretensious. That is a good sign.
Maybe I should start a top ten list of things I need to change my life.
10. High colonic
9. Wool sweaters
8. Tea
7. Education from a California school
6. Yoga classes
5. Trip to Spain
4. Register in the Green party
3. Nag Champa
3. Any book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. My own web site espousing my elitist views
1. A group of friends that are completely incapable of critical thinking.
That would be a good start.
And a date with falloutsis.
Keeping it real for my homies, John.

Posted by: John Rensing at November 22, 2003 06:51 PM

John,
By now everyone has come to understand your feelings towards Mr.Pitcher.
Many of us however, do not share these feelings with you.
I ask you kindly to please leave this website.
Nobody wants you here.

Posted by: kristina at November 22, 2003 08:15 PM

Good Lord, You people have such high opinions of yourselves. Laugh, see how preposterous you can be. Do you believe everything I type. :) This is so easy. I should be a fly fisherman.
John, a fellow arteest.

Posted by: John Rensing at November 22, 2003 09:13 PM

Not so fast there. There are alot of us here who LIKE Rensing.

Posted by: Not So Fast at November 24, 2003 08:46 AM

Sorry (Jeff-you-don't-know-me!)to use your lovely comment section for an open response to one, John R: you wouldn't be able to keep up...literally and/or figuratively.

ME: somewhere between shaved and stubble

Posted by: Falloutsis at November 24, 2003 01:39 PM
   


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