Cannot write for the life of me. Just not good at writing. Need a new instructor. Need a new thing. Cannot write nor type nor do anything worth anything. I hate it. It sucks. This is bogus. What to do what to do. What can I do. Is there anything to do. Doubt it. What is there to do. What can I do. I do it for you. Yes I do. Ooh ooh. Never in my life have I seen things such as that. Never will I ever. I have never eaten a starfish. Whew. Glad I got that off my chest. Found my voice. Not really. Still looking. Searching. Still need edumacation. Badly. Need a job. A high paying salary. Mucho dinero. Et cetera and so on. Por favor. Now. Necesito. Please. I’m beggin’ ya. This man is in desperate need of money. Freedom. The american dream for crying out loud. It’s so stubborn. I hate it. It’s not worth it. It’s never worth it. I hate it. Why do I do this. Is my motivation lacking in some skill or way. Is there something that I must confess to someone. I have no real confession to make. What is there to do. What is there to say. What are they talking about. What is anything about anymore. I hate my life. It’s not worth living. What is there to do. What is there to be. How can I be a better me. What is there to say. How can I say what I need to say. There is nothing to say I’m afraid. Sorry about your luck. You should’ve been reading someone else’s stuff. My writing is boring. Not entertaining. It ought to be entertaining. Hopefully I will learn these new skills to further my writing. Hopefully. If not then I’m jewish. Yeah, jewish. Big time. What of it. What is there to do. Who is to do anything about anything to anyone. I mean 1945 millions of jews were killed. Violent protests in libya. War in Afghanistan. Life is not worth living yet. Man will not see the kingdom of God. I see it but I can’t make enough money to attain it. Ever. Or take of it what I will. Life is not a box of chocolates. I basically know what I’m going to get. Not good things. If I continue my ways of sloth and ambiguity. Big time. Big time Detroit brown. Bad bad Detroit brown. Baddest man in the whole damn town. Detroit red. Malcolm x. motor city. Loved to go there. Need the money. Need something. Need travel time. Badly. Travel makes the man joyous. Lonely but in a good way. Joyous. Exuberant. Elevated in a sense. Happy. Joyful. Gay. Cheerful. Randy. Horny. Goodly. Much so. Gusto. Mucho gusto. Muy bueno. Should go back to college. Seek out a future. A degree. A way to live. Big time playa. Gonna be. Need to be a better undergraduate student.
Never more. Nothing more. Nothing more to say, to do, to eat, to wantder. About tossing to and fro. Nothing more to contemplate. Nothing more to mistake. Nothing to do. Nothing going never did. How now brown cow. How now. Brown. Cow. Will you ever. Have you ever. Is there anyone. Did anyone ever do what I thought they did. Is there anything worth learning anymore. Is there anything worth teaching anymore. Can I just get a break from society please. Isn’t there something wrong with me these days. Don’t they call you crazy for a reason. I mean I feel like I am the accused. Badly. I mean, what is it about my life and the wretchedness that it is being subject to. What is there for me to contemplate anymore. Is there anything to be done by myself. No. never have I ever. There’s a point of upset that I want to reach but have yet to reach. I hope I never get there. I hope I reach success, fulfillment, satisfaction, completeness, et cetera. Be perfect as I am perfect. Holy as your father in heaven is holy. Bullshit. Just bullshit. Doesn’t work these days. What is there for me to say. What can I tell thee. What do you want to know. What is there to really engage the reader. How to engage the reader. Don’t know. Don’t care. Just want to get that feeling of I’ve done it now give me the diploma. Now. Or else. I mean seriously, I’m done here. I’ve completed my education. Ten-fold. I just need more than enough. That’s all it is. That’s why I have to take so much time to get it done. I hate it but there it is. Incomplete. Not finished. Never will be. Retired at age 23. Ripe old age of 23. I think at 23 we don’t know yet what we’ll be or what we can be. We’re still recovering from adolescence. Or post adolescence and that loss of friends. I swear I had some good acquaintances and friends. A hell of a social life. Now I’m lucky to make people laugh or smile of whom I’ve hardly known. I feel that way with everyone. Hardly even known them. But then again, we all know everybody. We know all the answers and all the right things to do. It’s just a matter of doing them sometimes. We know how to conduct life but we act as though we do not. Oh what a world it has been. Wish I could see more of it. Wish I could afford more of it. What a planet. Allows planes to crash into buildings. What a world. How could this be such and such a way. What is there to say. I have no other way. To think on the page is my style. To live like this is quite wild. Free-verse, metric poetry, whatever they will call it, I will love. Forever and ever amen.
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