by Brooke Wolfe

Created on: April 09, 2009   Last Updated: April 10, 2009

writing like Gertrude Stein

Get off your phone. Get off your phone I said. Do you know how annoying it is. How annoying it is when you stand and talk and I stand and listen and out of boredom have nothing but to listen to you talk to someone else. Why you are absorbed in your electronic conversation and not the world around you is beyond me.

A stone A bone An automobile A will I will to will to live To have to have to in order to must live I have in order to must live will you To you I have an order in order to order you to have to have the must will to live. To have a have a half of a have is tomorrow I am writing this today, go away there is no more punctuation.

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She carries the artistic burden. We're so proud of her. She works to smile works to smile, works work. She smiles in spite of itall, what's itall. I dunno whats itall I'm hoping you can tell me. She bears a heavy burden, emotional, and it makes people feel worry for her like she wants them to feel sorry for her but I dont think it's sympathy she wants but empathy. There's a girl in the corner staring at the wall. The one by the other wall stares at the corner. My bloodshot eyes still see all this. It's not this one. Not the one with the blue eyes. She smiles. In spite of it all. She smiles because she doesn't know what else to do with her FACE. Her teeth press out plastic nothing beneath. There may be something there.

He, now he is now something beautiful I can keep my eyes on. Bill Withers is singing as I stare glazy-eyed neurotic dreaming candy stars and un-cryful thoughts. The first floating flake of this winter fell. No one else sees. It's the only one so I take a step to where I need to not go. I buy a cola. Out of coke, a pepsi-cola, soothes my nerves, and my stomach. There's nothing unusual, nothing strange, about his day, same old scenario, repeating repetitive scene. I smirk in spite of her I smile. In spite of it all.

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She told me I look really beautiful she said. She said I look really beautiful is what she told me. It is that much more meaningful that she said than if I had asked her. It is more meaningful that she said it. That's what she told me and I didn't even have to ask. Thank you. I'm so glad you said it. I'm glad you said it and I can tell I am glad because I remember it even now. When I recall memories I know that they are good or they must have been good for me to remember them.

I was standing standing up near the corner of room and she was sitting sitting on a sofa next to people that I don't know. She is beautiful, beautiful. I am the one who is ugly I am ugly am ugly compared to her. But she said that I look beautiful no she said I look really beautiful and that means something. The fact it means something means something else and that is that I am shallow. I won't forget forget I am shallow. I am tired of waiting writing sitting thinking. The fact is really. Really is what she said she said really pretty not just pretty pretty just.

Writing is understating. Thinking is overstating. Thinking something over too much is over-analysis and that is dangerous. I don't know don't know how I feel about that. I get up to get up in the morning to go to class and it's a long walk. Walk in the rain walk in the snow walk in providence. It's not a pretty place. But it's a pretty rain.

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