Wednesday, January 20, 2010

          A Waste of Ink is a Mistake, Priscilla!

      Can anybody give me some advice please! Would it be a big mistake or would it be the best thing I’ve ever done? `Would it be a mistake to             reveal these things about my past? Now and then I make a mistake and waste a lot of ink.
      A massive mistake and waste of time!

      People are looking at each other like human beings. Like human beings not numbers. Would it be a big mistake if I go there and talk? A lot of people are looking at each other trying to figure out what to do; people are looking at each other waiting for an answer; people are looking at each other and muttering. People are looking at each other suspiciously.

      Would it be a mistake if I said "The people are looking at each other"? But would it be a big mistake? A big mistake and waste. A massive mistake and waste of time.

      Well, I am sure you noticed. I am sure you noticed a little acceleration. I'm sure you noticed that Danny's chest was rising and falling; You know who I am. I make a mistake and waste a lot -- southerners drop more litter than northerners. Single people drop more litter than married people, so...?

      I am sure you noticed that Southerners drop more than just an unaccented vowel. What we see here is the disease in its advanced stages. People are looking at each other waiting for an answer. I'm not sure you noticed, but everyone within earshot is shocked. People are looking at each other!
      By the way, I'm sure you noticed the missing space in the first row. But that's where I was coming from; that's where I was. That's where I was for a while – so I could just get up and read my note ... ride the wave of one great noise of clapping.
      This thing I am reading, that I am making, is more connected to the initial sentence than to you.

      Repetition of a single, simple sentence pattern draws attention to itself. How do you use juxtapose in a sentence? Juxtapose means to place two things side by side to compare and contrast them. This is what I am doing. I'm sure you noticed the missing space in the first sentence? In any case, I'm pretty sure you noticed me because you sort of glanced at me and I saw you smile. Fortunately your glance came when I noticed the same thing. I'm pretty sure you did, and I'm also sure you noticed that nothing is in the missing space in the first row. Look! Look! I am sure you noticed me. Because I noticed you.

      Again a call for noise from the crowd! Please, when we call for noise barrage, when we call for noise levels in bedrooms, even in theory call for noise, this is a call for noise from the crowd! Do they? Did they? What about if we can only squeak out a pitiful little noise?
      There are times in our lives that call for noise. But if the occasion calls for noise, these craft ideas will definitely do the trick: Macrame, crochet, doubleknit stitch, doctor, endocrinologist, sous chef, witch!
      I am nervous about what might happen if I have to call for noise again. The last call for noise attracted neophyte music composers from as far away as Romania. They protested the federal call for noise walls, saying they are ugly and would create a tunnel.
      All the boys ran through the door in the side of the tunnel.

      There are times in our lives that call for noise. There are times in our lives when everything clicks. And, there are times in our lives when a symbol chooses us. Suppose further that we choose a symbol. Then we choose a symbol and define it to be the unique element that is larger than all ... larger than all seven continents... larger than all others... larger than the heavens, larger than all the worlds together! a hell-like place for the unrighteous.

      “When the call came for a noise from the crowd, everybody grabbed what they could and ran through the door," said a man. “And all the boys ran through the door in the side of the tunnel!”
      In the side of the head? in the side of the neck? the side of the sun that we can't see?

      Now I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door. Then there was the night I ran through the door. Well that night started when Security ran through the door and grabbed both of the photographers. “Shall we toss ‘em, Priscilla? Shall we toss them both into a fire? Shall we toss them all out? Shall we toss them to the wolves?”

      Many protesters left their vehicles to walk into town on foot. They made what may have proved to be one of the wisest decisions in their lives -- they stopped, left their vehicles, and walked out. They left their vehicles and walked into the ice cream shop to sin against the LORD; they left their vehicles and walked into the ranks of milling and mingling warriors, Security, students and workers, protesters, journalists, employees, longshoremen, residents, photographers, a slightly overweight man in a business suit and thick dark mustache – they all left their vehicles and I'm sure you noticed the same thing. There were plenty of them. People are looking at each other like human beings. Four men left their families and walked to Vernon, where they found an empty two-room house they considered suitable. Lakes, streams, and deep ponds are not considered suitable. This is particularly true in deep ponds and large size deep ponds.
      At last, Federal authorities left their vehicles and walked deep into the brush to search for bodies. And then Ministers left their vehicles and walked up to the funeral site!
      All the journalists were talking into microphones. Bits of their broadcasts floated on the deep ponds and through the tunnels. The journalists said things such as:
        --“Particles will cling to the soft bristles and thistles and be hiding or nestled deep into the brush.”
        --“Later, they did some digging deep into the brush. There was a little pile of bones there”.
        --“Something must have took him deep into the brush where nobody could ... where nobody could.”
        --“Oh! Tell me, how deep into the brush does he stagger before he was led deep into the brush and felt strangely compelled to, to.” and
        --“Nevertheless, being thus strangely compelled, the man must have discended and focused on something he saw deep into the brush”.

      The officers left their vehicles and walked toward their fellow officer. Not knowing what might happen. However, knowing what might happen can often help you, you know? For example, Shakespeare knew what would happen as humans were treated differently than their insides supposed. Their insides -- raw in memory -- because their insides might fall out. But, we experience their insides.

      Catching things and eating their insides. That's what I hope. What did you think I was going to say, “That’s what I hope happens to me?” No! I think about all the spiders catching things and eating their insides. They are not saving them for later, they are in the process of dissolving their insides.
      What they do turns their insides into a liquid. Then they slurp it up .... turn their insides into liquid, which the spider sucks up.

      Can you explain to me how a solid can change into a liquid and then back to a solid again? Shakespeare knew what would happen if a spider was catching things and eating their insides. Did he not?

      People who were too far back to see what was going on had left their vehicles and walked close. Residents, hearing the commotion, clustered on the verge, looking while all the commotion was going on and even after.
      “What's causing all the commotion?” said one of the boys who had gone through the door in the side of the tunnel. “Where is noise control?”

      Many men left their families and walked miles from state to state in search of work. They just plum abandoned their families and walked out on their responsibilities. The rest abandoned their deeply held views. abandoned their nests, abandoned their pasturelands. They said goodbye to their families and walked in the cold dawn. “I lowered her to the floor,” he said, “and I ran through the door and gate. and out the front door of my office.” He ran through the door, his hands holding his hair down so that it did not fly away, leaving her on the floor.
      But the way Emily told it, Emily ran through the door herself. I don’t know.
      I prayed a prayer for them and for their families and walked back to my vehicle. By the way, I'm sure you noticed.

      Now and then I make a mistake and waste a lot of ink.

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