any other questions?
I don’t steal much around the web…occassionally a list or a paragraph to pass along to the masses, but for the most part it isn’t my thing. I write here. Thats what you’ll find. Day in and day out. Same ol shit
Truthfully, I don’t even write here. I just drain off the overflow here. It’s what the place seems to be for. Like flushing the toilet. It has to go somewhere. So when I get twisted around a phrase or word I wish to use, and its not working for me; I come here and waste a few minutes on things of little real import. I mean, how many thousand blog posts before you know all you will ever wish to know about Ron Paul? I knew before I wrote the first, and I’ve only read maybe two or three because the style was catchy.
Alli? total waste of time. the people dumb enough to take something that will make them shit like they’re having a bad morning in Mexico are going to, and all the reasonableness and inflammatory castigation will not change that.
Writing? That’s not really done here. Blurting happens. bad haiku’s and limericks abound. The occassional sonnet that was written on the roll of toilet paper in a truck stop in Oklahoma City appears, and then in a day is gone like a puff of smoke from a bong some clown was using prior to writing it/plagiarizing it.
Writing? lets say 1000 blogs out of a million have honest to god writing. i see tons with proper punctuation. Several wth good sentence structure. quite a few world class spellers around, and a couple of grammatical geniuses. Have i mentioned alliteration? lost art that. Of those 1000 50 also have an original thought, some devious little thread of conversation to pull you in and torment your mind for a few minutes.
Writing? I’d say 50. 50 writers. a million plus people running their mouths via keyboard, and 50 talented writers. Thats really not bad. I haven’t read the grapes of wrath hear yet, and I may never read another i have no mouth and I must scream if i live to be a million. The simple fact that the potential is out there is enough to make me write.
no, not here. What I write is mine. This schlock? This is my one method of feeling like a herd animal. A grazing unfulate being fattened on good grass for the slaughter. Me and the other million lemmings crashing headlong toward a cliff called utter disappointment.
Someone told me make your blog welcoming, don’t say anything to caustic or inflammatory. Don’t poke sacred cows. (cliff, its sound advice…i don’t wish to be popular though) this guy is in my blogroll….he is one of the 50
then why write?