No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You’re being pre presumptuous pretapretiacal fact of a profoundly inexplicable rationale. The least the two old (old (not really, old, but still… commas, you know, and, you know… ellipses…
It turns out that the only particular happens to yawn when the wave of rationality has already made its point, further seeking nothing beyond the guidance of the surf, the weather, the yadda, yadda, yadda, please save us from truth X 10; Against bro; See ya later.
Keep breathing. It’s the least you could fail to do. Life = joke.
If I dun tol’ yew wuns, I dun tol’ yew uh thowzan thymes
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6 responses to “If I dun tol’ yew wuns, I dun tol’ yew uh thowzan thymes”
Life = joke?
That means you have to get a life before you can get it! But after that, it’s too late, because the joke isn’t funny anymore. At least, the punchline is tired. Always ends the same way.
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Pretapretiacal? What the fuck does that mean? I asked my research assistant, but he came up with nil.
I won’t even bother asking what the rest of it means.
Not for nothing Eric, but I think your initial skepticism about this guy posting was well founded.
Its one thing to play verbal gymnastics. Its quite another to actually be clever about it.
Writing is a dialogue. Two people are involved, the writer, and the reader. As such, cleverness is required of both parties, not just one.
Put another way, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him understand Proust.
Maybe you just need a drink?
I think two people are involved even when the writer is the reader. Absent any further audience considerations, writing involves reading one’s own mind, which gives it a duality.
Don’t forget to count the NSA–the reader over your shoulder.