me? links e to unbeautiful
subconciously inspires the format of my writing apparently...
better than subcutaneously
"That's right; the upper-case shift works fine on the screen, but they're not coming out on the damn printer... Hold? Sure, I'll hold."
-- e.e. cummings last service call
girl is the last name of a little jerk i went to grade school with. he always was really mean and made fun of me. once he elbowed me in the stomach and it knocked the wind out of me.
its funny how you never forget some things
dean-bean I know what you mean. I remember one time when I was little and fat, some of my friends used to call me Daniel dean the Jelly bean. I have taken it as a badge of pride now ( I lost a bit of weight) but at the time it hurt alot. 000330
silentbob kids would be me up while the teachers back was turned. theyd just start punching me and throwing stuff at me. then the teacher would turn around and see me in a headlock and they'd quickly stop and sit back down. the teacher would come up to me and say, "And what did you do to provoke this, Silent Bob?" and i'd say nothing. that's how i got my name. by never saying anything to fight back against the assholes.

thast the biggest lie i ever told. i didnt get beat up that bad in elementary school. and i got my name from mallrats.
kreeyiss do you think cummings ever got fucked with in school?
i bet the teachers got mad at him....

i remember in kindergarten one day during storytime.... the whole class was sitting on the rug, and i was in the back... out of the sky, all of a sudden, fell a chalkboard on my head...
actually, it wasn't from the sky; it was one of those flip-around jobbers, and it got leaned on by someone-- causing it to swing around and bop me on the noggin... it sucks going to the nurses office when your in kindergarten....
now, whenever i hear that phish song, chalkdust torture, it reminds me of that horrible, emotionally scaringly gilligan-like day that made all the little girls think i was lame... i've been forced into homosexuality ever since...
shiva the closest thing to a fight i ever got in was in kindergarten. one of the bullying kids walked up to me in the playground and punched me in the nose. i ran screaming to the teacher who sent me to the nurse, which was a few halls away. i didn't know any better, and left a trail of blood drops from where i got punched outside to the nurse's office. i have bad nosebleeds to this day.
then in 1st grade we realized we both liked star trek, and we became best friends...
amy words are the worms. 001023
No Bod - E I remember one time, I was pushed in the lunch line by the local bully. He smiled as I fell down and my tray flipped over causing the food to spill. He started laughing at me and pointing. I don't quite remember if it was that I'd had a bad day or that I'd become fed up with him or that the mashed potatos contained some sort of hyper-incredible-hulk juice. Deep in the bottom of my lungs was a deep rumbling that became a growl as I got up and rushed him. Though he was bigger than me, I still managed to knock him over and after he fell down I picked up the tray (which was made of ceramic) and hit him with it over and over again... I don't know when I started to cry but, I know that he began to bleed and I kept on hitting him. Then the pricipal pulled me off the boy. I remember that I was crying and he dragged me to his office. When we got to his office, I just fell to my knees and cried. The principal didn't know whether to be angry or sad for me. I don't like fighting. 010208
Annie111 see ee_cummings 011128
ClairE There was a teacher named Mrs. Cummings (or Miss?). People liked her. I never had her. 011128
whoknows i see cummings and for some reason i think "lemmings" 011128
e. e. cummings (may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
it is love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh nn said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
unhinged that is one of my most favorite ever ones of his

i think i would have taken e.e. cummings to the prom.
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oldephebe his lush
over ripe phrases
hanging out of the air
so manly
and yet sensuous
his words
stir a riot
hot musket salvos
into the eye of
guardians of a swiftly
decaying age
his homilys of
erotic heresy
slipped between the knotted
cords of strenously twined
ivy..oh glittering trellis
how do i descend these
these hot houses
bleeding, sweating
into the darkness
each of your
etchings is
is a strange parade
and gilds me to that
young magical time
gilds me to this
solipsistic refrain
and me meeting her
and then your unabashed verse
was so beyond serendipity
i took a wrong turn
and in your
voluptous verse
i found a God thread
i plaintively pound my chest
no it will not be put
to rest
it will leech from
its shallow internment
there are moments
you are vaulted beyond
yourself..when i read
these lines O
scatter the sentinels
that guard the sepulcral
soul..o invigorating
how you do reveal me
pipedream very good 'phebes, you got 'im RIGHT there!

cummings is one of my favourite poets. id've taken him to the prom too, and home to meet my mom whod've loved him too.
i find i enjoy spareness so much. it takes all the nonsense away and gives you thought and emotion straight. no frills. i love cummings' freedom with language, the way he pish-toshes grammar and stupid language rules and does his own thing. truly pure soul streams.
oldephebe each aesthetic to its owner is separate and self-contained..for me there is music and rapture in sparsness..or in the byzantine archetecture of say a David Foster Wallace..or books such as Gravities rainbow..or the works of dillilo..Art must be true to womb wherein it is suckled..the amniotic soup of one life's experience..transmitting that uniqueness and it's's shade of throe..that is what i guess we all strive for...

i love sparseness and eloquent simplicity..but also love and probably have more of an affinity to the forensic, the fastidious, the didactic..taking the ephemera of so many disparate world and plaiting those streams into one...
pipedream for the whammy! 031031
Whitechocolatewalrus r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
a)s w(e loo)k
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-e.e. cummings
Whitechocolatewalrus yeah, that didn't really come out right with the spaces and things, but I still like it 031108
you rock wcw 050311
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