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"I’ll never finish Shakespeare’s collected, or even open a book on Oscar Wilde. Books are strewn about my floor, but I’ll never finish a single one of them. They bore me. I read comics though, and love them. Name a superhero, and I’ll tell you all there is to know about him. Well, not superman, he’s silly. Come on, red, blue and yellow? No way, not even a superhero gets away with those colours.

Mum used to play me Mozart, or something like that, when I was little. It was all really bland, didn’t do anything for me. Mum loved it though, she sat in her chair for hours on end, and just listened to the music. I don’t get it, how can something without words to tell you what’s going on be that interesting? It’s like a comicbook without pictures, it gets you nowhere. Or it gets you halfway, but you never really get what’s going on, and you have to guess half the things that’re going on. Or do you just think those things are going on? She seemed to know what was going on, Mum, when she sat around and listened to her Mozart CD’s. But did she have any real idea? Wish I knew, then perhaps I’d get why she loved those CD’s so much, too.

I had this fish once, think we just called him Goldie. He - yes, I’m positive it was a he ((would this person use hyphens?))- got really fat after a while, think mum gave him all sorts of stuff when I wasn’t looking. Anyway, he was big, sort of round-ish, constantly hungry and had golden shells. Goldie was nice, kept me company when I got bored and could’ve been a really cool sidekick. My Robin. But he died a few months afer we got him. I’ve no clue why, he was just floating about in the bowl one day, upside down."


I get that far, but no further. Where on earth is this thing going? And as for the double brackets, that's just how I work: it's thoughts I need to edit in when I take a second look.

(no subject)

"I’ll never finish Shakespeare’s collected, or even open a book on Oscar Wilde. Books are strewn about my floor, but I’ll never finish a single one of them. They bore me. I read comics though, and love them. Name a superhero, and I’ll tell you all there is to know about him. Well, not superman, he’s silly. Come on, red, blue and yellow? No way, not even a superhero gets away with those colours.

Mum used to play me Mozart, or something like that, when I was little. It was all really bland, didn’t do anything for me. Mum loved it though, she sat in her chair for hours on end, and just listened to the music. I don’t get it, how can something without words to tell you what’s going on be that interesting? It’s like a comicbook without pictures, it gets you nowhere. Or it gets you halfway, but you never really get what’s going on, and you have to guess half the things that’re going on. Or do you just think those things are going on? She seemed to know what was going on, Mum, when she sat around and listened to her Mozart CD’s. But did she have any real idea? Wish I knew, then perhaps I’d get why she loved those CD’s so much, too.

I had this fish once, think we just called him Goldie. He - yes, I’m positive it was a he ((would this person use hyphens?))- got really fat after a while, think mum gave him all sorts of stuff when I wasn’t looking. Anyway, he was big, sort of round-ish, constantly hungry and had golden shells. Goldie was nice, kept me company when I got bored and could’ve been a really cool sidekick. My Robin. But he died a few months afer we got him. I’ve no clue why, he was just floating about in the bowl one day, upside down."


I get that far, but no further. Where on earth is this thing going? And as for the double brackets, that's just how I work: it's thoughts I need to edit in when I take a second look.