The Meaning of Life and Writing

[Canofceleri]

 

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The meaning of life and writing, of death and not writing, could be what for a mild peasant's dream. For what should a pauper of little cents seem? Black putrefaction, purified soul, with many ink pens but no hand to behold. Fingers become insects, and mild children roam the forest of the dead and unwilling, mired by the corpses--a ceiling of beds so when jumping no head is hit, no fan to break the skin of a forehead that surely would succumb to slippage if even touched.

 

Ho ho ho, why for the ragged tree's bite fills a million tongues torched. And check the armies of pussy for infection, for a white light doth touch my frenulum's soft skin indeed and makes the balls of my life eject a thousand little swimmers unto the pale face of your mother's chin sheed. The meaning of life and writing is no naught, it means stasis for the minds of men and rice for the Chinaman. And death and not writing, what purpose could there be? The dead! Fools, take heed at my writing's deed.

 

Why should mountains move for earthquakes, or cheeks for loads of chocolate? Why should the lips of mine at five move around the trunk of your uncle and father and Father? Should I squat and pray and hope only for a so-fast-it's-a-nearly-motionless thrusting? Or should I embrace the perforation of my colon and enjoy the sensation of blood surging beneath? How could five even know the difference save for life or death thereafter, for surely the latter would lead to blood loss so great that even the Magnificent Ru Paul would perish.

 

And so I feel as though I might and not caress the shillings of buildings and phalluses bare white oaks. California, hear me roar and sustain the animal of boils and children's eyes. Poo! Pot! A grizzly white bear, coming and coming, but does it? What could it mean if I'm bigger than a Polish woman, even her clitoris? Should I wash my hands or shove them deeper in the soils of the lower class? Monks! I cry. Let me touch you there! And everything will be alright if you feel the meaning of life and writing, of death and not writing. Because if you're not a life, you cannot write. In fact, you cannot do anything voluntarily and writing would be considered (and every day for 45 years I used to take those cats of the window sill and put them in the cupboard, and every day she'd take them out and put them back... and now she's dead and they're back on the window sill, what for? you don't have to understand a woman, just love her) a defniite volunrary acsion.

Edited April 1, 2010 by Candarelli

[solitudeandbored]

Maybe Im not intelligent enough and don't understand things on the "higher tier" of writing but to me this jsut seems to be a picture you chose because you thought it was odd and therefore would shock us and some pretentious drivvle. I mean no offence but people here go on about how your king of writing etc. Justy because your good at exploring feelings, using complex words then adding a shock factor in (which isnt even that shocking anymore) such as rape or incest. Im sorry but it just seems like you're trying too hard.

[Canofceleri]

 

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April Fools' Day or All Fools' Day is a day celebrated in various countries on April 1. The day is marked by the commission of hoaxes and other practical jokes of varying sophistication on friends, family members, enemies, and neighbors, or sending them on a fool's errand, the aim of which is to embarrass the gullible.

 

Traditionally, in some countries, such as the UK, Canada, Australia, and South Africa the jokes only last until noon, and someone who plays a trick after noon is called an "April Fool".[1] Elsewhere, such as in France, Ireland, Italy, South Korea, Japan, Russia, The Netherlands, Brazil, and the U.S., the jokes last all day. The earliest recorded association between April 1 and foolishness can be found in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales (1392). Many writers suggest that the restoration of January 1 as New Year's Day in the 16th century was responsible for the creation of the holiday, but this theory does not explain earlier references.

 

Figure now that the day's nearly up I'd save face as I don't particularly want to be perceived as a pretentious asshole more than I already am. Seems the parody was spot on from the review I got though.

Edited April 2, 2010 by Candarelli

[Tyler]

Hehe, I could tell it was a fool right when I saw the picture. It's not something you would usually do at all.

[Warplay3r]

Frank, I'll be honest, I always had a higher respect for you. Why? Simply because you always knew how to express yourself perfectly in your writing.

 

This piece? Seems very like a "Writer's Manifesto" if I shall say. I dig it, sucka.

[Canofceleri]

Frank, I'll be honest, I always had a higher respect for you. Why? Simply because you always knew how to express yourself perfectly in your writing.

 

This piece? Seems very like a "Writer's Manifesto" if I shall say. I dig it, sucka.

Really? But... I wrote it in like four minutes and it doesn't mean anything. lol.

[reemah]

Frank, I'll be honest, I always had a higher respect for you. Why? Simply because you always knew how to express yourself perfectly in your writing.

 

This piece? Seems very like a "Writer's Manifesto" if I shall say. I dig it, sucka. 

Really? But... I wrote it in like four minutes and it doesn't mean anything. lol.

i thought the first paragraph was pretty good... some assonance