my high crew.

Bridget W. Regan:
>blah. blah and blah fucking blah.  everything is faux.

hi br id get!

everthing is blah and everything is fucking, too.

>sure lets you off the hook.

i sure -wish-. then i might not be faux.

>it always struck me about this faux shit that you never had to make a
>stand on anything.

i sure wish. suppose one could avoid taking a stand. one would to be quite
pure, standless, even. my stand: everything is faux. suppose i could take
this stand. i might to be quite pure. standing on less than shakey ground,
even. o my, odd that.

>and if you did... and it wasn't liked...

and this is an unusual case?

>well you have an easy out.

o yeah, it's so damn easy convincing one that everything is faux that i have
yet to meet anyone who's convinced, but then, if i had, then i'd have met a
-certain- person, the real faux, which is not. then again, i have yet to meet
anyone convinced the everything is real, either, which is 'encouraging'.

an impossible out. there is no exit. everything is futile. a tender mercy,
to not be so convinced.

one can neither be nor not be
as one is and is not
while wishing a becoming ends.

>everything is faux.

you're catching on.

>eloquence?  why dats fer peeps who actually have something to say.

yep. fuck dat.

actuality. possession. substance. inscription.

are you an architecture student? just asking.

>and since everything is faux.  WELL sure.

well. sure. two words attempting to say something.

wellness. certainty.

>just shovel the grad students and the facists and the.. oh, yeah .. MALL
>developers together.

yeah. you are catching on. without barnes and noble, where are all those grad
students gonna sell their anthologized theses?

gave myself a christmas present. that copy of _present tense_ was still in the
used bin for ten bucks at ravena's with all the nice dinner music. all those
great unintentional defenses of empire. greil marcus on situationism and the
sex pistols whilst on vacation from artforum. whee!

>just take a fucking stand ok?

and what else would one be doing?

one needs a centered stand on the other so badly
so one will know what to attack or appropriate.
one needs so badly to appear to know whether
one's own stand is liked well, or not, by another.
one needs so badly to give a whit, man.

my stand regarding lyric disclaimer is that writing a snappy lyric was the
last thing i had in mind, but then, intention is illusive so i might sympathize
with one who reads one. the tableaux is faux, strapped onto my chest.

speaking of taking a stand... your point is? are you a grad student pinched by
the association? one auto, mmmm, pine for a name such as yours.

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