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May 11, 2005

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[[Ed.’s warming up to stacking layers on himself for the winter of significance to come. I.E., Follows an email that explains itself to its recipient. You can read. This pretext only informs that the same—whether more, less, or otherly—applies as well below this.>]

[ed. note: The Editor swears(! “hee hee ha ha ha…”) to Holy Heaven(don’t fuck!)’s Head of State and Building Superintendent that what follows is not a fabrication, not a doctoreducaction, or anything but an uniquely authentic (unmediated, Real, multi-cult pride) record of a man severely sleep-deprived and desperate ly trying to write , then finish/end, start again, finish then (/) and give up and opt (.) 9 for short explanation, then give-up w// W/O with a goodbye and then : a guy he met earlier who hadn’t his house keys or a roommate at home called to take him up on the offer of a couch ‘“il morn” so hewent down to bring him up and install him there and in the meantime is awake enough to see the funny mess he’d made below as he as falling asleep at the keyboard, and so awake enough also to write this introductory explanation and send it off as is with hopes it’ll be as amusing to his originally intended audience as it was to his self-absorbed and self’s-comedy-(cap)ability interest. You will tell me. Or pretend to.

P.s. Finally! It’s a dream transcribed! It’s pure dreamland syntax the further it descends. And…

P.SS. It doesn’t stop when you see you’re own words. My hands somehow skipped ahead—eager as they get sometimes—and brushed the impedimentary matter away and waded into the fray.

P.SSS. Or, maybe you will see it as an interuption.

P.SSSS. But then it’s a trade-off. You share the (World)stage with Superstar (George) Bush!

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A) you are NOT online right now

B) I came home much later than anticipated and even more much later than desperately needed, neemething ds soelse quick on something ththing some was going to make a st(heh) thing then something quick for/to you, then e otherquete.

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I keep saying I was going to I never —- “friend”@”friend”.net wrote:

> I am online right now looking at airfare to dallas.
> Gotta do that soon.
> Funny, have you ever read a short story called ‘The
> Littlest Hitler’? I think it was in one of those
> Eggers anthos.
> It starts out “And then there was the time I was
> Hitler for Halloween…”
> And goes on to tell about how he and one other girl
> were the only historically costumed kids in class

> and the teacher made them both get up and explain
> who they were supposed to be.
> The girl was Anne Frank.
> The kid sitting in front of him was Mr. T.
> And when “Anne” got done with her speech, the kid
> turned to him and said, “I pity da fool who kills
> all the Jews”.
> It was funny. I cannot remember who wrote it. That
> is sad.

> And it is better read than retold by me.
> But since you brought Anne Frank and Mr. T to that
> email, I had to tell it.
>
> I keep trying to rehearsal pased on the ke…no,
that brief..9kay.

no, really, this’s never happened. last night
Icocldn’t see,barely thoguht, and did it.
> Purenfatiguek, baby, don’t ihfer moral superior it
of Geore Bush forthis pacifier. Le
himnwin,jmetnamnphisijetak,nh or this entry.
it’s the sired. or i’s a sue himself. Like father.
Mother, no. Good bu. without food coloring ther.

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and Britihi, but other extrema I leaber. Joos comes my
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UGH

>
> >

> > From: “me”@”me”.com>
> > Date: 2005/05/09 Mon PM 12:22:01 EDT
> > To: “friend”@”friend”.net
> > Subject: Re:
> >
> > My dream and daily ambition is to make you the Mr.

> T
> > of emerald necklaces.
> >
> > Look at what I just happened to come across this
> > morning:
> > http://www.chaisemagazine.org/art/iamlistening/
> >

> > ds
> >
> > —- “friend”@”friend”.net wrote:
> > > I drank sake and slept deep and troubled, had a
> > > dream you got beaten up by some bad guy, then
> spent

> > > all day out, tasking, taking care of charges,
> > > sitting on my hands at moments of unrest because
> I
> > > knew there was another little emerald necklace
> > > waiting. Couldn?t find alone-time (having

> issues,
> > > real issues). Bits of a poem were forming and
> > > splintering and knocking from inside, jotted a
> bit
> > > of it down, while riding in the car. Still needs
> a

> > > spine and some fat, but you, my dear, are its
> heart.
> > >
> > >
> >
>
> l\

Posted by peligrito at May 11, 2005 5:53 AM

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