Scott's Thoughts Vol. 1

This is some random shit from my mind! Enjoy!!

 

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   Thursday, September 02, 2004  
so....

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
   posted by Scott at 3:50 PM

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