| | Thursday, September 02, 2004
 
 so....
posted by Scott at 3:50 PM
 shimmy shimmy koko pop.
 shimmy shimmy bop.
 
 i wanted to thank all of you have been emailing me and thanking me for my continued greatness and letting me know how much i inspire all of you.   you are welcome and i already know this.    i love all the little people.
 
 'in between the moon and you,  the angels get a better view of the crumbling differences between wrong and right."    -- adam duritz.
 
 i've had a few people ask me about my writing style and why i choose to write the way i do lately, and i wanted to let everyone in on my secrets and share my wisdom in the field of literature.     it will be brought to you in the form of an essay entitled:
 
 "My Way"  by Scott Copeland
 
 if i so wanted,   i could capitalize the beginning of each sentence and all proper nouns.   i choose not to.
 
 if i so wanted,  i could organize my thoughts into connecting paragraphs and indent the beginning of each one five spaces.    i choose not to.
 
 if i so wanted,   i could write complete sentences.    sometimes i choose to.   sometimes not.
 
 if i wanted,  i could place comma's properly thoughout my prose.    sometimes i might,  but then sometimes,  might not,  in fear of overusing,   them, being the commas, themselves.   sometimes i may not use any.     for example:
 
 "this morning i woke up and smoked a bowl and ate a bowl of fruity pebbles right before i took a shit while reading the sports section and the fucking rangers lost again but that's okay because i took a shower and sang "Jealous Guy" by john lennon as loud as i can in the key of d but i forgot the words but that's okay because i was in the shower like i said."
 
 in this case,   i was going for a desired effect.    the lack of commas adds to the character of the words.    you are not allowed to break the rules until you completely understand them.
 see:   ee cummings,  bukowski,  t.s. eliot.
 
 
 that is the beauty of writing.   i can write in any style i so choose.
 
 now go, my child.
 
 find your own way.
 
 i hope to see some of you out at the wreck room, bostock's, or papa g's.
 
 if not....
 
 up your nose with a rubber hose,
 
 scott
 
 
 
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