Friday, February 24, 2006

I don't have anything to say,

but I'm tired of looking at that donut. Perhaps if I write enough, then the donut will be pushed far enough down the page that I won't see it. Seeing the donut makes me think of the untamed flesh on my body that got that way from eating donuts. Well, not really from eating donuts - it was the few boxes of chocolate that did me in. Darn Valentines Day. So I'm posting a post about nothing. That's right, nothing. I could blather on and on about nothing until the cows come home, and then I could say more about the same subject. Perhaps the reading of the freshman college papers has put me in this catatonic love of nothing state. You know, the paper that drones on and on - talks in circles - appears to have length and possibly gets close to saying something, but in the end, it really says nothing? Yeah, I still have a stack to finish reading that I put in my coat closet. I put them there so I wouldn't have to look at them. There they sit buried in coats.

be done with donuts
chocolates and freshman work;
all hidden in coats

5 comments:

supergirl said...

It is so hard being a teacher. I pity the poor souls who have to read my papers too :\.

bluesugarpoet said...

Oh, I've read your writing, and you definitely have something to say. :)

The problem with writing in general is that people actually have to know how to *think* - or at least they have to be brave enough to not be afraid to think those thoughts. Even seemingly mindless writing can read effortlessly when the mind behind the words does not fear thought.

But what do I know? I'm no philosopher...unless philosophizing about donuts and chocolate (and student writing) counts.

Mimi said...

blink, blink,
stink think,
ink, ink,
wink.

Gracie said...

it's been a while
but you got style
saying nothing's not so vile
better'n steppin' in a shit pile

bluesugarpoet said...

Out damned blogspot! out I say!
One: two: why, then, 'tis time to do't...
all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten
this little hand.