Thanks for stopping by

Do you really think at a quarter to two I write for you? The guy who will come by and tell me where and how I have committed a comma splice? Do you think I jot to trot my looks and style to to a girl I will entice? Critiquing me, makes you the fool, for flashing the traditions of your BA, your embedded writing tools. Im not looking for a grade, a language maid, to clean or erase the things that drive me to write in this place.

I write to expunge, preach in stupid tongues, and if you so like, help me fly this kite, of ideals and tripe. It takes me no more than a commercial break, to fake good writing. With no thought, I rant out of no other need than to feed the lack of confidence that allows the public creation of this forum of nonsense. I make up rhymes to tease my style, and see if I can keep it up for as long as it takes me to run a mile: twenty minutes, im out of shape.

Yet I put my real name, for shallow points of fame and laugh as you continue to read. Its your insult that results in continued BS, and if you want me to stop I must confess, the only way is to digress, from feeding me critique from your own little desk. Please dont come back, so I can relax and stop confusing you into thinking that I really give a damn.

A beintot tout le monde.

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Monday, January 09, 2006