A Point (finally):
There is never, and there never will...the final coup de grace of my life. When I raise my hand to speak in class, I know that what comes out of my is not what I reflect. I am merely a poor player in Leon Botstein's sick game of life.
I fell asleep today at 7:15 PM in a world of American paranoia. I dreamt of Walden and the safety of Thoreau, of flying through Copland's musical landscapes. I woke up in the coughing splutter, eyes full of tears, mouth full of allergic reaction. But none the less I felt safe. Safety is something we Americans covet as a treasure now, am i right?
Maybe there is a point...
Maybe I am here at Bard as an experiment...they're watching me through the light fixture. Leon with his mansion on the hill...peering down at Tremblay, "Now What do we have here?" I'm here as the joke...the stupid student joke, except then why not put light fixtures in all the stoner dorms...line the hallways of Tewks with real cameras...no, that's artificial stupidity.
So here I am Leon...do your worst.
Being stuck in a room with only books as your friends...can do a lot to you mentally
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Using, I might add, the same template as fellow Bardian Emily Sauter, who has a lot of time and energy to write with, but not much to say.
Ahhh, my first bad review...of course this comes from Todd, and well...I mean, I can't blame him...he does write better than I do...and if my link button was working, i could show you...
Of course I don't use my Blog to show off my writing ability or use big words or anything like that. My blog is well, a technical journal...a town cryer announcing in the town square, "This is what Emily is saying...you may listen...or plug your ears."
I don't blame him for writing that...my writing style has been lacking in the months, having no inspiration to draw on, having no desire to actually think of writing creatively in the first place. It's not gone, i think...whereas it's hiding for me to find and it's pissing me off.
So Todd, what do you want me to say? How can I be as good as you??? Will I ever achieve your beautiful greatness?
I sure as hell hope not.
Happy Twin Day: Celebrating the sexiest twins in the America...
Ahhh, my first bad review...of course this comes from Todd, and well...I mean, I can't blame him...he does write better than I do...and if my link button was working, i could show you...
Of course I don't use my Blog to show off my writing ability or use big words or anything like that. My blog is well, a technical journal...a town cryer announcing in the town square, "This is what Emily is saying...you may listen...or plug your ears."
I don't blame him for writing that...my writing style has been lacking in the months, having no inspiration to draw on, having no desire to actually think of writing creatively in the first place. It's not gone, i think...whereas it's hiding for me to find and it's pissing me off.
So Todd, what do you want me to say? How can I be as good as you??? Will I ever achieve your beautiful greatness?
I sure as hell hope not.
Happy Twin Day: Celebrating the sexiest twins in the America...
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