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yes! stpry When I was thirty years younger than I am today, I did something very silly.

I was forty years old and I was full of ideas, and stuff.

So I decided to spread them throughout theworld.

Then I did.

I traveled across the united States and Canada.

I told people to follow their dreams,

So they did follow their dreams.

A whole generation

Unfortunately they dreamt of becoming musicians and artists and poets and writers

And teachers and secretaries and sculptures and drug dealers and prostitutes

How unfortunate!

So then they did. And the world was full of art and stuff And poems were created in mass And demos flooded the radio stations. And everyone was rather successful Amongst the peers of their nation And then all the doctors became painters too.

Then everyone died Then the us became a third world country. Then Africa untied and took over And then everyone forgot how to do medicine. And everyone died and stuff.

Etc. When I was thirty years younger than I am today, I did something very silly.

I was forty years old and I was full of ideas, and stuff.

So I decided to spread them throughout theworld.

Then I did.

I traveled across the united States and Canada.

I told people to follow their dreams,

So they did follow their dreams.

A whole generation

Unfortunately they dreamt of becoming musicians and artists and poets and writers

And teachers and secretaries and sculptures and drug dealers and prostitutes

How unfortunate!

So then they did. And the world was full of art and stuff And poems were created in mass And demos flooded the radio stations. And everyone was rather successful Amongst the peers of their nation And then all the doctors became painters too.

Then everyone died Then the us became a third world country. Then Africa untied and took over And then everyone forgot how to do medicine. And everyone died and stuff.

Etc. When I was thirty years younger than I am today, I did something very silly.

I was forty years old and I was full of ideas, and stuff.

So I decided to spread them throughout theworld.

Then I did.

I traveled across the united States and Canada.

I told people to follow their dreams,

So they did follow their dreams.

A whole generation

Unfortunately they dreamt of becoming musicians and artists and poets and writers

And teachers and secretaries and sculptures and drug dealers and prostitutes

How unfortunate!

So then they did. And the world was full of art and stuff And poems were created in mass And demos flooded the radio stations. And everyone was rather successful Amongst the peers of their nation And then all the doctors became painters too.

Then everyone died Then the us became a third world country. Then Africa untied and took over And then everyone forgot how to do medicine. And everyone died and stuff.

Etc.

The Mancunian Candidate By Scott Oglesby

I am a boy with a history. I had a friend with a herstory. Then she died. Nevertheless I feel that history in general is semi important. I gives us a sense of identity, which apparently is important. Or at least is important to me. Or was important to me I don’t really if my feelings remain true to present. They are always changing and such. I am sure that you (the reader) are aware of these things called feelings. That is, if you (the reader) understand these words and they mean something to you. Not that people who don’t understand English or whatever this text may have been translated into are without feelings; what I mean is that anything that can oerceive any words as meaning, therefore doors and walls would be exempt from the understanding category. I suppose I could prattle onwards and upwards, indefinitely infinitely forever and such on such a matter, however I feel that this would detract from the esseence plot and stuff of my book. As a person who is able to read, I have discovered that when books commence with long digressing tanget passages about things trivial to the plot. I want to through the book into The Void, Avakúma, Kúma, the Outer Dark, the Eldest Dark, the Everlasting Dark, and such. And yes, that was a literary allusion to the works of tolkein. I created that allusion just for you. And yes, this is a work of literature (hopefully) that refers to itself. But like I was saying, I don’t like books that get off topic, which try to prove to the reader that the writer is a smart knowledgeable dilettante. I like books that stay on topic. And books that don’t fill me with rage. You see being full of rage is one of the things that shaped my life during the 1980s as a young bloke in England., which is where I lived during this time. I was doing my best to stay emotionally balanced but you know how these things can just sneak up on you. And I was pretty good at faking being normal during that time. But you know sometimes I let my guard down. You know why I am not very good at writing. 2 reasons, Actually 3 Actually I’ll write them first and after seeing all the reasons I will edit both numbers to say x many reasons. I think I’ll leave it that way. It is indie er. But the reasons I am not a good writer are. 1. Laziness. If people weren’t lazy the world would sucks so much. There wouldn’t be corruption or anything. I think. But then again people myself iclude naturally are bad vile evilfull people. Jesus and richard Dawkins agree. 2. This thing where I hear abunch of words in my head that don’t shut up that I have to filter out with a metaphorical reverse osmosis filter which is kind of annoying and makes me very anxious, and as uch as I want it to shut the expletive delted up, I enjoy it’s company.

(Digression) I want to got and lay in the grass and feel the autumn wind on my face. The grarant smells of the pavement and the fertilized grass. Okay off I go to delve into my story.

I will start with a vignette.

Cody was from Kentucky. And by that I mean he was from Tennessee. Tennessee is a state. It is a state in the United States. He moved to London immediately after he graduated from high school. High school is this thing people do. He was very underdeveloped and confused. He was addicted to heroin for a little bit. Then he went to a methadone clinic and got over it. But then he was addicted to methadone. Alas, you can’t have it all. So then, one time he moved to Manchester. This is where I lived. It isn’t where I always lived though. I was born in a hospital. I din’t live there that long. Although, I lived there longer than most, because I almost died a bunch of times, because I was pretty physically messed up in the first few months after my birth. I was never baptized. I was given Catholic Lat Rights by a priest so I wouldn’t go to purgatory with all the other unbaptized babies. But then in opposed to dying, I lived. (although it should be noted that my living is actually not a permanent characteristic of me since death is an inevitable fate which awaits us all.) So maybe I lucked out by living, but maybe being dead would be more fun. There were/are ceratinly times when I was dead. But I might as well live while I am alive since death is much longer. So, then I lived in Arlington, Massachusetts for a while. Then I moved. I moved to St. Catherines, Ontario. I was a foreigner in a foreign land. Fortuantely for me, I didn’t notice because I was three years old, and mostly intersted in other things. Namely, meteorology, seismology, volcanology, and living. So that was nice. Then I moved around a lot. I moved to Kenowa, Montreal, London (ontario), Talinnc finally Manchester in the United kingdom of great Britain and Northern Ireland. I was fourteen. And such. Well anyway, much like many of my peers, punk rock changed my life. Which is how I met Cody. Cody was in a band called Leger des Heils with a bunch of other cool dudes. It should be noted that I have recently ingested absinthe, which is why my writing may become incoherent.

But anyway Leger des Heils was a band, which was kind of a mix between Sham 69, the Damned, and Buzzcocks, and the Clash. It was comprised of Cody, his friend Brian, who was also from Tennessee, his GF 4lyfe Ruth, and Miller. Brain died from an AIDS related illness, Ruth died of a heroin overdose. Miller was at a gay bar and then some nazi punks came in and started bashing everyone’s heads in with baseball bats. They bashed the shit out of him until he died. And when he begged for mercy they did not renege on their plan. Well it serves him right, he was after all full of demons and God hated him anyway. This was in Portland Oregon. It is funny that he died in the U.S. because the is the only one who was from Great Britain. BF’ing. C’est la vie. Well that is the way the world was back then.

Let me tell you the story of when Cody, Brain and Me did mushrooms and listened to Blue Monday for hours, as we floated out of our bodies. Well tactually that is the story.

“I have always been afraid that no one understands me, and no one ever will”

What’s to understand, you are what you are and you do what you do. You are a very 1 dimensional person. There is no such thing as depth or complexity. It is aall the same base novels.

So one thing Inwas going to do was adapt this in the present tense using my journal entries from the era, but I am utterly incapably of writing in the rpesent tense. I just can’t do it, if I am thinking about it. But right now,, I can because I am not thinking about it. I am just too indolent for this. Shut up bed time. Shut up brain Shut down Open up.

Shhhhh.!

2:34

Nevertheless. Here is chapter one. I am going to write it now. After a near melt down writing the introduction I took a spiritual retreat for meditation, so I could collect my thoughts.

Unfortuantely for you, I forgot what all those thoughts were.

Chapter 2 AKA the First Chapter AKA, the chapter that begins our story!!!! The sun shone on the scaterred bricks like bananas are blue, which is to say not at all. In other words, the brick walkway was in shambles, which was a sign of the decrepit decay of the inner city. If I were riding in a wheelchair I would hit one of the bricks, and then my wheelchair would capsize. Wheelchairs cannot cpasize though. I mean flip to one slide. Then drug addicts would come up to my hypothetical wheelchair and steel my hypothetical oxygen tanks, and do God knows what with them. Fortunately I was able bodied as I walked down this stretch of street. Although I was extremely fatigued and also was suffering from nausea, but I roughed it out, because I am a strong manly man. RARR! All around this street of loose bricks were apartment buildings three to four stories high. At the end of the bricks was the rochdale Canal. It was very nice. At the end of the street was the house of my friend George, who was initially friends with a female acquaintance of Cody, but he eventually grew to become a good friend of ours.. He invited me to play guitar with him. He was vey politcally minded. This is something along the lines of what he said to me. I have troubling remembering exactly. There are my wholes in my memory where I just blackout, which I assume is a result of Dragons Whisking me away to dragon fairy unicorn land, or excessive drug use. I would like to take this time right now to say that you should say no to drugs. If you say yes then you will randomly black out and then wake up and be like, “what just happened,” and you won’t know because you would have balcked out. So maybe this is what george told me, maybe this is a confabulations, but let’s just say this is what george told me.” The problem with kids these days is that they would rather blindly follow their leader without thinking for themselves. The only people who stand a chacne of listening are the nonconformist youth such as ourselves, but they are too busy listeing to bands like the Sex Pistols, instead of listening to anything with meaning.” “ I agree. What is the appeal of the Sex Pistols. What is the appeal of writing polemicist anti-everything pop music, if it doesn’t mean anything. This is just a bunch of ollocks. The Sex Pistols are manufactured shite that has no message or anthing accept, be a nonconformist like everyone else, get drunk, and make lots of money off of unintelligent youth.” Said I. “good thing they broke up, because they aren’t good. the way politics are headed it doesn’t seem like anything will become better. I mean the labour party knows what it is doing and the parliament has voted out the prim minister. James Callaghan has been robbed of his good position as the prime minister. And now it is going to be Margaret Thatcher. Her policies are not going ot help anyone except for yuppies in the home counties. It will cause more industry to close around this area until everything is closed. There are no factories or anything.” “Yeah,” I said., “I know what you mean. I mean, I can’t vote or anything, but I agree withyou. I really understand. Do you ever feel like everything Is overwhelming, an that ebing awake just makes you want to go to bed. Do you feel lie everything is out of control, and I can’t do anything about it. “Somewhat, but I have control over what happens to me. I am strong willed. I don’t have let small things get me down.”

At that moment, I man broke into the house.  He had a gun.  He demanded that we give him everything we have of value.  George informed him that we had nothing of value at all.  Then he said, “ None of this in my house means anything to me.  It is all-superfluous to what is really meaningful and necessary.  Then only thing of importance to me is the gray matter between my ears.”

Then the man with a gun said, “oh okay,” and he left. “See what I mean, “ George said, “people are good, and Margaret Thatcher and her conservative friends are going to impose a new set of laws which will force people like that home invader to invade homes to make money. This place is becoming like a ghost town. You know it is inherently bad to be a Conservative. Sure, a new definition could be added to give new meaning to be a Conservative, but from a logical, philosophical, and scientific stand point to be a Conservative, is to have flawed political iews. If values always stay the same, they cannot change. It is better to constantly reevalutate values and alw and change it that to conserve it for no one. Why should we be concerned about future generations , they can always chagne the lawas and such themselves. We have all this thought that we as a human race, as sapient Homo Sapiens are constanly adding and learning from. New discoveries will be made, and there should be adjustments to be made. Then I said, “I agree completely. In fact let’s start an Electro-clash band called the Conservatives.

So we did. We performed our first show at a house party. I played the guitar and he played the synhesizer/ drum machine and we charred vocals. We were very much into punk rock, and we remained very much into punk rock, but the scene we were in was evolving in unbelievable ways. It is not so much that we wanted to keep up with the scene, but that we were inspired by the new frontiers we were seeing. As much as we loved America Hardcore, we also loved the elegica ehteral minimalist sounds of Joy Division. We decided to emulate them a lot. However we stll wanted to maintain a new distinct sounds. George and I figured that the easiest way to do this was to stay true to us and not be molded into whatever the zeitgeist might be. After Cody was savagely beaten at a show in Coventry we asked him if she would be interested in playing the pedal steel in our band. He said yes. I was a sometimes member of Leger des Heils, so it was kind of like a cross over. Our first show was momentous. More people were at it that the first Sex Pistols show in 1976, or opening night of the Haceinda a few years later. It was July of 1979, and our songs were full of whatnot. Here is a brief summary of our set list. 1. “Western Union Paper clip Ice Cream Cover Bag” – this is a song that follows a chord progressions of root and the minor sixth in the verse, and then an inverse of the minor sixth and the root in the chorus. It slowly crescendoed until the bridge at which point there was a sick drum machine, autoprogrammed synth solo. In the middle of the song, everyone started dancing. 2. “No one lives here anymore” – A song that featured me playing dub-influenced ska styled rhythms on the guitar with Ruth playing the trumpet. Everyone started skanking during this song, it was very nice. 3. “Shakedown 1979” – this is a drum machine laden song about stuff. IT was stolen by the Smashing Pumpkins in 1995, for their album, melon collie and the infinite sadness. 4. “Love will break us up; art” – this song was voted by john peel as the greatest song of the year. There were more, but I don’t really think that was really important. Unfortunately no one remembered because the resident physician at the house accidentally gave everyone LSD twice, and pretty much everyone was freaking ou. The reported had no comment.

As 1979 came to a close the eighties were commencing. I spent that new Years eve on the Isle of Man. I camped, and slept throguh midnight. It was ncie though.

Then it was 1980. I kind of sort of was addicted to sniffing glue by May. Also I had become good friends with Ian Curtis of Joy division. Unfortunately, he commit suicide. Therefore he was dead. I walked through the mall, and no now was there., They were all sad about him.

At this time, all my friends were addicted to glue. Chapter 3 glue addiction. “I am addict…” haha you are a dick. “let me finish, I am addicted to glue sniffing,” I finally was able to say aftwer numerous interuptions from idiotic people like Cody. Hten I passed out. I don’t really remember the rest of that year, because Iwas busy being high on glue. SO it is a mystery. I also cannot go into the lurid details of my glue addiction. All I could do was just sniff more and more glue. I also listened to lots of American hardcore. I thought that was where it was at. Other than that, I did not really care about The US that much. I didnot follow Canadian politics., though. Here is an interesting lgue sniffing story. One time I was sniffing glue, and I realized that I was a glue sniffing addicted. I also realized I didn’t have enough glue, so I broke into the old marks and Spencer. When I could find the glue, I went to a violin factory and then got high off glue from the creation of violin bows. I really would like to warn everyone to not sniff glue. It wasn’t until a combination off factors that I stopped being addicted to glue. Namely, morrissey/.

It is all thanks to the zine, sniffin' glue.

Scott Oglesby Cerebellum Questions The folds on the surface of the cerebellum are called: E. Folia

Arbor Vitae The arbor vitae connects these two strucures: D cerebellar peduncles and cerebellar cortex

The arbor vitae contains mainly: A) white matter tracts

Deep within the arbor vitae are the cerebellar nuclei whose functions are: C. coordination of movements and integration of sensory feedback

Which of the following represents an ascending spinal tract which conveys information to the cerebellar cortex through the arbor vitae: E) spinocerebellar pathway

Occipital lobe The occipital lobe is where processing of ________ occurs: E. Visual sensation.

This region of the occipital lobe allows for recognition and evaluation of visual information and "attaches meaning" to what is seen: D) visual association area

A patient has suffered severe damage to the primary visual area of the left occipital hemisphere. What would you expect this patient to manifest: C. total lack of visual perception from the right visual field of both eyes (right field blindness)

Which of the following is NOT part of the visual pathway in the brain: E. Corpus Callosum

Parietal Lobe The parietal lobe is separated from the frontal lobe by the: A) central sulcus

Which of the following sensations is associated with areas of the parietal lobe: D) taste

Damage to lateral regions of the postcentral gyrus in the right parietal lobe would result in loss of sensation in which area of the body: D) face, lips and mouth

Pain perception on the left side projects through the spinothalamic pathway to the somatosensory area of the right parietal lobe. Crossing over of this pathway occurs in the: E) spinal cord

Frontal Lobe Questions The prefrontal area is where _____ is centered: A. motivation and judgement

Which of the following structures projects third-order neurons directly to the somatosensory area of the parietal lobe: A. thalamus The precentral gyrus located in the frontal lobe is where _____ is centered: C. primary control of voluntary motor activity

The frontal lobe is derived from this secondary vesicle of the embryonic brain: C. telencephalon

Which of the following diseases results in (among other manifestations) a progressive loss of neuronal tissue such that the exterbal appearance of the cerebrum, including the frontal lobe, is noticably degenerated: C. Alzheimer's disease

Medulla The brainstem consists of the medulla and these two structures: Pons and Midbrain

The two bulges on the ventral side of the medulla, which contain the largest motor tracts from the cerebral cortex to the spinal cord, are called the: C. Pyramids.

Which of the following is a major function associated with the medulla: A. regulation of heart rate

Four of the following cranial nerves in part or completely arise from the medulla except one. Which of the following cranial nerves does NOT originate from the medulla: (V) trigeminal

Septum Pellucidum The septum pellucidum separates: the lateral ventricles

The function of the arachnoid villi is to: reabsorb Cerebrospinal fluid

optic chiasma The optic nerve contains these types of fibers afferent

From the optic chiasma, the visual pathway continues with the optic tracts carrying information to the: lateral geniculate body of the thalamus

At the optic chiasma, fibers from which part of the retina cross to the opposite side of the brain: only fibers from the nasal (medial) sides of the retina cross

A patient has suffered a stroke that has damaged the optic radiations to the lingual (lower) gyrus of the left occipital cortex. What would be the effects to this patient's visual field upper right field blindess of both eyes

hypothalaums Which of the following is NOT directly regulated by the hypothalamus: heart rate

Neurosecretory cells in the hypothalamus produce oxytocin and antidiuretic hormone and release them: from the posterior pituitary

The arm of the nervous system regulated by the hypothalamus is the: The automatic nervous system.

Interleukin 1 (IL-1) is a cytokine released from activated macrophages of the immune system that enhances and amplifies immune responses to infections. IL-1 also has potent effects on the hypothalamus that include: stimulating the preoptic area of the hypothalamus to increase body temperature

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The fear, was unimaginable.

“Oh wow, this is mad good,” remarked Amos as he took a bite of his Hershey milk chocolate bar with caramel inside. And this was the truth. It was a mad good chocolate bar. Bite after bite was so tastey (sic) and delicious. He did not care that his fingers were growing sticky from the caramel. He was not concerned about the ramifications his current actions would affect his fate. He did not care about the many stressors of his life. He lived in that moment and ate and consumed the chocolate bar like it was the only action possible. The amazing pleasure as the chocolate touched his tongue which caused nerves to send messages to his brain declaring how wonderfully pleasureful, origatic, and exhilarating the sensation was.

And then the chocolate bar was gone, and the pleasure was only a memory of a time when he was having fun. Amos reflected on how he was in that moment, but now he was in another moment. Then he correctly predicted he soon would be in another moment. Amos began to lose his breath. He tried and he regained it. This was typical for amos because he is morbidly obese.

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Ego Death

Come swim over to my log. I am a carpenter you are the forgetter. It needs to be done. By me? No! By someone else. I have things to do. I must sit with my mind wandering through the windows to the meadows and countryside. Even though it is lost it may be found. Here’s the thing. This is a 2 yard shtick and it is at 100 yards. Therefore I am not sure if anyone can even appreciate that which it is anymore. Densely packed together there it is in your mind, the feeling that something must be done, when you know that it is to difficult to be done.

But the current situation is not an excuse for amorality. There were ashes all over the city. They would lead to asbestos. The tales would be told repeatedly. However, although I initially characterized this as a nonevent, as the minutes passed it clearly was an absolute event.

Let us take into account the state of the world as these things were happening. There was an economy that was like a bubble. It kept growing, but inside there was nothing. It was only an illusion of wealth. However it was a nice illusion. People were chopping down the hinterland and building complexes of strip malls and condos. People were buying up these condos as if though they were really cheap things. People also were buying stocks and stocks on loans and stuff. You know. I don’t really want to get into it because it is quite boring. In addition there was a war. It was not a really fun war, however many of the anti war people were missing the point. They were forgetting that as idiotic as these strategies are, and as stupid everyone was to get duped, by protesting it now, this was a bad idea. This is because the war had created a state which was internally unstable, and it was the responsibility for our country to help prevent attacks between people, as this caused amounts of human suffering, and human suffering is not very good.

However these things seem futile when it is taken into account what would happen later.

It was Thursday morning in the 3rd week of april. I was sitting in a hotel room in Rome discussing the band Fugazi, and how there is a large government conspiracy regarding marijuana legality, and the truth about it. It went something like this. The united States government is trying to prevent marijuana from becoming legal because they don’t want Mexicans to immigrate here. It was about 3:20 in the morning. I looked out the window and saw the other wings of the hotel. Beneath my room a team of workers were filling up a half empty swimming pool. I was packing my bags because I was going to be flying back to the united states that night. Our conversation, was interrupted by a small earthquake. After it ended I got over it. Then I heard screams. The worst screams of all time. I looked out the window, and I saw that the group of people at the pool had been eaten by an octopus monster.

The octopus monster was crazy. In each opf its eight hands it held either a gun or a knife. This was unsettling. But I got over it.

Italy was fun. When we reached munich and got off the plane I experienced little trouble.

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Italy part one, this deals mostly with the termianls and so on. i took about 40 minutes to write this. oh well. so i still have about 6 more dyas to write about.

Come all christians be committted. I am really afraid right ow. Nevertheless I have a to do list of all the things I need to do. It is 102 I have just woken up because I had a surprise track meet. So yeah that was nice.

By no it was Friday. So upon our arrival from munich, we all disembarked the plane. I spent an exceptionally long period of time looking around my seat for things, but I didn’t lose anything, so it is all good. Anyway, I was really excited about being in germany. I kind of forgot that the whole reason we were there awas to stop on our way to italy. Nevertheless, I was about ready to start singing “ein zwei dreir veir funf sechs seben ach”, so it did. Then I walked through the gate., it smeeled really bad in that thing they put from the plae to the termianl, tha tmoves around and stuff. I initially thought that this was a result of diesal fuel spilling, this is because it smelled bad like how desal fuel does. So then we started walking throough the termianl. There were a large number of student groups. One of them was north andover. I don’t know where they were going. However while I was snapping some photos of the airport, they all got infront of me. Then as they were walking through an open autmoatic door, they all stopped . then I said, “ doors are for walking throguh”, or something to that extent, so then they were klike oh, so they then continued walking thorugh the door. Eventually we reached passport control. Behind me stood taylor and kristen. I stood in line. There were stores all around the passport area, leading up to it. I was having difficulty holding onto my violin. For some strange reason I felt like hugging it instead of anything else. Oh well. The man at the security seeemed more bavarian then like blond haired and blue eyed. Oh yeah, the last thing I did in school was watch elie wiesel and orpah winfrey go to auswitz. Anywya, that was one of those things that happened, and now it is time to heal. Then I walked a little more. I went down some stairs to the security again. The security man was more of a ermany looking person. I had trouble putting everything in my pockets after I took everything out. I should have known we would be going through security again but I didn’t.

The other side of the termianl was nice. There were many duty free shops and so on and so forth. It actually kind of reminded me of foxwoods, because in the middle there was a bar and people were smoking there. As we walked towards the escalators which were to bring us to the gate, we walked past a model of the Allianze Arena. It was tre cool. then down the staris I went to thegate of the flughafen. There really was no time for anything else. After about 30 minutes, they called or gates. I was about the last person to get into the gate because I was making sure no one left anything behind. The Flughafen Munchen Fran Josef strauß. Intially I thoguht that this fran josef strauß fellow was a waltz composer, but as it turnsn out he was only a very important politician fromt his area. Soe instead of there being one of those moveable pathwyas to the plane, there was only a bus with no seats. The bus ride took a long enough time to get boarded. Then we drove for about 6 minutes to where the plane was. There were lots of flowers and pastures in the green bucolic countryside. Unfortuantely. It smeeled realy bad. The reason, I hypothesize is because of diesal fuel, mixing with the scent of animal waste from the farms of munich. The airport is actually 17.5 miles away from munich. In other words it would be the distance from lowell to boston if the airport were in massachusetts.

But it wasn’t So we all walked across the tarmac after getting of the bus and took pictures of eac other. We got on a british aerospace 146, air dolimiti. Jennie wanted to switch seats with me, so I obliged. I ended up sitting in front of melissa mahoney. Bascally the whole plane was fll of our orchestra bar a few people at the front. As it turns out the flight was overbooked, therefore five people had to fly on another flight to venice separately. European Commission Regulation 261/2004 should have prevented this. Google it for more info.

So we flew in aplane, and we had a nice breakfast. Actually it was ot ery nice at all. The plane id however fly over the alps which were very pictureesue. I took many pictures.

Then we landed we got onto buses again and drove to the airport to claim our baggage. I said to sara briggs as we stood around the carousel that if I were to lose my luggage then I would cry.

And then after all the bags came through, as I turns out, the airline lost my luggage. So I was very sad about this, wondering about why of all people me this was to happen to. Then I remember ed a poem I had written on the plane that said some thing like Why me? Oh yeah Because I am the only person in the universe who actually exists. There was no toher option.

So I guess that is why. They said that they had left my luggage in munich and that it would be coming on the next flight to milan. Then as it turns out we were only flying into milan, and in actuality going to drive 4 hours to the suburbs of venice. That was bad I guess because it would take a while for them to get me my luggage. So aftterward s I walked out of that area. I did not go throught customs because I was to cool for that. I have now realized that the reason that we didn’t have to go through passport control again was because we already entered the european union in germany. So when I reached the other side, there was lots of sympathy for me and my lost bags. But I really needed to use th bathroom. At this point I first met cahterine, our tour guide. She was nice. I asked her if there would be time for a bathroom, sheh said quickly. The bathroom was closed, and no one spoke enlgihs there, s I ddin’t know what they were talking about. Then popele told me that in fact it was not closed, so I got over it. So then we all started walking. I complained to melanie and so on that I really needed to use the bathroom. This was true. I had to use it for a while but I couldn’t use the one in the plane because there wasn’t one. So then even though we were all supposed to be going to the bus en masse I diverted from the group, and ran to the bathroom. They were playing “my love” by justin timberlake in tehre. No lie. And I used one of those fabled crazy urials. Then I left.

As I ran to the bus I encountered someone who said the bordieris are coming. I told this to catherine, even though I didn’t know what this meant. Then I got to the bus. Window seat next to melanie. We sat in the next to last seats to the back. The party seat. Behind me were dominic and kelsey ackerman. They were intersting. They seemsed to make friends fast, but maybe they already knew each other. They did not go to our school, since they were from new hampshire. They had fun conversations in the bus. Apparently kelsey is a drug addicted brat and promiscuous. However she seemed nice enough to me, even though she could be rather disrespectful. She would frequenly say things like “when I get really fucked up, I enjoy watch aqua teen hunger force.” So whatever. On a side note, everything in italy is named pietro, which actually reminds me more of the song “sad waltzes of pietro crespi,” by owen than of ms. Pietro. But then time continued ina linear fashion, and soon we had left the airport over a cable stayed overpass onto the highway. The european road signs were rel fun to look at. We drove tdown a verdant stretch of highway they seemed to be an airport loop connectioin. Then slowly we got onto the main autostrada. The highways look similar to highways in the united states and canada. This was different becauase I thought italy would be like all crazy with roman things and stuff. Catherine informed us of how we were on our way out of mialn to vnnice.

Anyway that is enough for tonight because it is late and I have other things to attend to on my to do list. However we dorve for many hours. We passed many nice contemporary looking buildings. It was really a lot to see. Lots of people fell asleep on the bus. I did for about 11 minutes then I woke up. I also set my watch. This sapn of time is kind of jumbled. But even an hour outside of milan there was still a lot of traffic and it was desnely poplated. We at this time arrived at an autogrill. These are really cool restaurants. Manyof them are built on highway overpasses with convenience stores at the bottom near the escalators to the top. Then at the top ther is a food bar, and a food court. Very cool. with all the cars underneath and stuff. It is ind of like the star market in allston. Well anywya everyone was pretty much asleep. Our tour guide continued toaking about verona, and how everyone who flew over on lufhtansa would not be going there. All during this time kelsey and dmominic were talking ludly about things like beck and girlfriedns liking anime, but what is important is that cahterine said everyone be quiet but they weren'’ quiet. Oh well, I guess it is not really an indication of character.

Okay write more later.

Easier copy pasted than done.

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There were two people all together in the place.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.” “Well, that is what happened. Everything that was supposed to happen, did, and will. Fantasies are fallible. What you mean is that what you had planned was interrupted by unforeseen circumstances. “let’s not dwell on that though. I really just want to talk to you.” “yeah, I haven’t seen you for some time. The world, is as it is not even a hospitable place. Even though everything is constantly getting better my nature is constantly stifled by the stuff and all that of society.” “I know.”

This was an interesting area in time. Things were happening in the world, which was not very good.

I want to allay the suffering of the world. I want to help everyone. That is why I am going to try to be a vegan.

Z-Man There were two people all together in the place. “It wasn’t supposed to happen that way,” said Guy

“Well, that is what happened. Everything that was supposed to happen, did, and will. Fantasies are fallible. What you mean is that what you had planned was interrupted by unforeseen circumstances,” Fabio replied. 

“let’s not dwell on that though. I really just want to talk to you,” guy said.

“yeah, I haven’t seen you for some time. The world, is as it is not even a hospitable place. Even though everything is constantly getting better my nature is constantly stifled by the stuff and all that of society.” Replied Fabio
“I know.”said guy.

This conversation was happening at an interesting point in time. That point would be the unending moment. Things were happening all over the place in levels that were not fathomable 30 years ago. But things were happening. Every split split seconds, things were happening. And, Fabio and Guy were well aware of that. Yet, this concept was not entirely comprehensible to them, or anyone, and this caused them much anxiety. Sure, there were philosophers and physicists who tried to rationalize time, but really their rationaliszations were just a fancy way for them to put there letholigica in denial. “I need to figure out what it going on. Last week I was on a fun vacation. Now, I am not. It started as being a short time away. I got off the plane, at the airport, walked through customs, and went to Bennigans. My vacation had only passed an hour ago. The next day I woke up in my house and listened to Breakfast of Champions on WMBR 88.1. It was 9:30. My vacation was at that point 14 hours away,” Guy said. “Yeah. It is like all the fault of people. I don’t know, but calendars and watches and all that stuff. It is completely irrational and arbitrary. “When you think about what happened. I want to help.” “But yeah Darvis, George, and Chris were arrested.” Not cool. I know that one of these days that would happen. But darvis. That is too bad for him.

=========Dear Mrs. Fasano,

Once upon a time you were my first grade teacher. This was a time in my life when I was still ready to be molded into the young adult, that I have become today. It is a result of you that I have become an honorable student. You inspired me to love all subjects in school, such as math and reading. You had taught me that reading is important It is very important. I remember now the way that we had written letters to Paul Celucci, and I think of that moment every time I write “sincerely” on a letter now. I remember reading the books in school that were big and wanting to read other things as a result. I remember how that book took place in the fall. I remember how you inspired me to learn how to spell mountain. I also remember how you inspired me to learn how to talk better after I couldn’t pronounce wrods like “rake.” Thanks for cahnging my life extremely.

Yours Truly, Scott

=========1. “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” 2. William Carlos Williams

3. This poem is a lyric poem. It is about a painting called “Landscape with the Fall of Icarus” painted by Pieter Brueghel. The speaker is someone who has seen the painting and is making commentary on it. The speaker is very dubious about everything that Brueghel had put in the painting. The poem is saying what is probably in the painting.

4. The poem seems to be very dubious to what is in the painting. This can be seen with the first word in the poem, which is “according to Brueghel.” This creates the sense that while the speaker is reporting what is in the picture, he is putting a big “oh really?” next to Brueghel’s interpretation of events. This poem is making a statement about itself on what can be interpretted from a work of literature. Brueghel interpreted everything in the story of Icarus and painted it. Likewise everything in the poem can be interpreted by a reader and things can be gained from it, and another person can say “oh really?” Another important thing about this poem is the fact that it is an allusion to two distinc separate works. There is the allusion to Brueghel’s painting, and to the story of Icarus. However the painting cannot be used to cross reference an of Williams’s claims because the poem and the painting are two separate things, and exist in two different ways. Therefore looking at the painting will not help a reader understand more about the poem. The poem could exist without the painting, and the poem could be viewed as such. In addition the poem could be referring to a completely fictional painting that exists only within the context of the poem. Also, it would not help a reader to analyze the story oficarus with this painting, because it is not the poem, the poem is the poem, and the story of icarus is the story of icarus. They are separate things and should not be campared with each other. 5. Striking lines are in this peom. One is “According to Brueghel/ when Icarus fell/ it was spring. Thisstands out because it makes everything that is stated in the poem seem like it is a report on the account given by an unreliable secondary source.

1. Root Cellar

2. Theodore Roethke 3. This is a lyric poem. It is about a root cellar, and all th things that can be happened. It is being said that the root cellar is a place where there are many different old decaying things. The speaker is someone who is looking around in the root cellar. Its setting is a root cellar.

4. This poem, ostensibly is about a root cellar, and its contents. However there are two deeper meanings. One is a statement on the way that everything will someday share a similar fate with the objects in the root cellar. More importantly, this poem is about the many struggles Asian Americans have faced and face living the America. The cellar is a metaphor for the period of time that Asians were discriminated against, and the alienation that they feel when living in a place with mostly peoples of European Ancestry. The line “Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,” refers to violence directed at Asians throughout American history, for example the massacre of Chinese miners and railroad workers by unions or the murder of Chinese Americans by auto workers in Detroit. “Shoots dangled and drooped,” describes the dead bodies of the murdered. “Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,” refers to the complicity of the general public to these atrocities as the perpetrators laugh about it. “Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes,” refers to the racist nature people felt towards Asians, how even though they work hard they are still characterized as “evil” and lowly like snakes. The final lines “Nothing would give up life,/ Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath,” shows the hope that past Asians have endured to make a better life, and how there is a small breath of the then nascent future generation, which will rise up and be treated as equals.

5. “Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,” is probably one of the greatest line for any poem ever. It says so much about the experiences that Asians face in America, and the way their ancestors endured much discrimination in order to make a better world.

“The Fish”

Elizabeth Bishop This poem is a narrative poem about a speaker who catches a fish. The fish is accepting of its fate. It is described as being not in good shape. Then the speaker lets the fish go. It takes place on a boat in a body of water. The speaker is the person fishing. This poem is about the shared fate of all people and animals, discovering one’s sexuality, and animal rights. It can be seen as how there is no hope for life and that the speaker has come to a realization that there is no meaning in the universe. There is only an inevitablity that eventually the speaker will be old and close to death. The speaker then learns that it is important to live while he/she can because life is short. It also is about sexuality. The fish is a metaphor for sexual desires which are shoved underneath a metaphorical body of water, which when one day resurfaces is an old dying fish. At the end the speaker finally accepts that s/he is a sexual being and that all the societal, psychological, religious, and legal reasons for sinking his or her sexuality should not be repressed, because sex is beautiful, and natural, like the fish. At the end there is a clear message about homosexuality. The repeated utterance of “rainbow”, a symbol of homosexuality, at the same that the speaker comes to a realization about their sexuality, plies that the speaker is a homosexual who has just discovered their orientation. In addition this poem is about animal rights. We see a definite epiphany happening, and this epiphany could be about the realization that animals are sacred, and that no one has the right to kill these sacred beings.

The most striking phrase in this poem is “until everything/ was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!/ And I let the fish go.” This creates a deeper meaning to the poem, than just about a fish.

“For the union Dead”

Robert Lowell This is a narrative poem. It is about a speaker who during the winter visits sites around Boston. He goes to the South Boston Aquarium and sees that it is falling apart. Then he goes to Boston Common , which is being torn up so that a parking garage can be placed underneath. Then the speaker sees memorials to the Colonel Shaw, and thinks about it, and then thinks about other memorials. Then the speaker reflects on the aquarium again.

This poem is about things changing and never being the same again. It mentions old things that people don’t remember anymore like, the Old Boston Aquarium, and Civil War memorials. It also mentions the Common being ripped up by construction trucks. This makes a statement about how everything moves on after death, whether it is Colonel Shaw, the South Boston Aquarium or the Boston Common, which is dying. Colonel Shaw died, and his family built him a memorial and then moved on witht heir lives. The South Boston Aquarium closed and people don’t try to counteract the aging the building goes through. The Boston Common, an old historical park is getting ripped up for a parking garage. The poem is about how the world is hcanging, and people are adapting. Some things will be forgotten, like the South Boston Aquarium. However people will be so adapted to the new world that they will not mind.

“The cambridge ladies…”

e.e. cummingS

Literally, this poem is about Cambridge ladies who are described as being interested in many things. This is a lyric poem about these so-called “Cambridge ladies.” The speaker seems to know about the habits of the Cambridge ladies, but nothing else is know of him or her. There is no setting, except for perhaps Cambridge, but Cambridge might be a last name and not a place. Abstractly, this poem is about Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls. In other words these are content people. They have their interests, such as “Christ and Longfellow”, and a “ so many things.” Cambridge ladies can be seen as being conformist middle class women. The poem is saying that they are silly in the view that this is a nice life. This poem is basically a criticism of religious people. It has a mocking tone when it refers to Christ and the “church's protestant blessings.” “Sky lavender and cornerless,” is describing how the sky is the unending sky which extends into space forever. Therefore it the sky is up there with a moon, which is real, all the myths about the sky are all wrong. The poem is stating why atheism is the best philosophy because sciences in the arbier of the truth, and the moon is the moon and not a god. “moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy,” is a great line, because angry candy is an awesome personification.

“next to of course god America I”

e.e cummings

This poem is about a male speaker who criticizes the United States and its beliefs. It seems to be in the wake of a war when the poem takes place. It is a lyric poem about the United States’ bad side. It is written like a rant by a person who is upset. This poem uses end rhyme. This poem is a criticism of things wrong with the United States. It is given like a rant, of a person, who says everything he feels and then sees that it has been said so he reacts by drinking some water. In this poem, it is implicated that the United States should not be jingoist and should stay out of wars because people get hurt in wars. “in every language even deafanddumb,” is an eye-catching phrase because it combines deafanddumb into one word.

“the Weary Blues”

Langston Hughes “The Weary Blues,” is a poem about a speaker who goes to Lennox Avenue and sees a person playing some blues songs about weariness, and isolation. It takes place on Lennox Avenue at night. This poem has a nice beat to it, and also follows a rhyme scheme. This poem is about being weary and isolated, especially of minorities. This is because the songs the singer sings are about being lonely and weary, but is also described as being of African descent. It implies that prejudice makes african people sad. “By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light,” is a good line from this poem, because it uses the word “pallor,” which is unique.

For Once then Something

Robert Frost This poem is about an educated person who sees water drops coming off a fern. The setting is near a fern. This is a lyric poem. The speaker has been taught, but learns from the fern as well. The cryptic nature of this poem is making a statement about finding truth in nature after a tangle of half-truths promulagted by elders. This rock is described as being “truth”

“Poetry”

Marianne Moore

This poem is about poetry and all the things it is associated with. The speaker and setting are hard to locate. However the structure of this poem is very pronounced. The speaker is knowledgeable about poetry and all the things people do to poetry in order to add meaning. The speaker also is saying that poetry is interesting. This poem is really post modern because it talks about poetry, when it is a poem itself. The poem is not trying to convey any message other than to be witty and self aware. “When they become so derivative as to become/ unintelligible,” this is a striking line because it brings to light what a lot of people do to poems., make unintelligable conclusions from them.

Mending Wall

Robert Frost

Literally this poem is about a man who is mending a wall wondering why the wall was built, and why it is still there. It is a narrative poem becomes it tells the story of a speaker who mends a wall. It is not in iambic pentameter. It takes place at a wall between two houses, in the spring. The speaker is the person fixing the wall.

The poem is very nice. It creates the feeling people have when they talk but do not communicate. The poem says something about how humans like to build walls. The speaker does not know much about the wall, and thinks about where it came from and who built it. Even though he does not know about the wall, he still fixes it. Lots of time people make or fix walls to isolate themselves from others. These people don’t know why, but they do.

The phrases, which are the most striking are “Good Fences make good neighbors,” and, “Something there is that doesn't love a wall.” The phrase “good fences make good neighbors” is so stand out because it is said more than once. “something there is that doesn’t love a wall” is an original way to phrase something, and as a result it stands out.

Home Burial

Robert Frost This poem is about a funeral. The speaker is different than in most poems, because the speaker describes some things, but a majority of the speaking in the poem is dialogue. There are two people who are discussing the events of a funeral. They are a husband and wife and their son has died. The husband is able to cope more easily than she is, and this upsets her. They have an argument as a result. It is a narrative poem The poem takes place by a window. The theme of this poem is death and the result that the inevitability of death and sadness from loss has on people. In the poem, the husband and wife cope at different rates, and have trouble understanding one another. It is implied that the marriage is not doing to well as a result of the death. “Oh, where’s my hat? Oh, I don’t need it!,” is a line that catches my eye, because it reminds me of how people should not feel the need to control every detail of their appearance. By realizing that a hat is not needed the speaker also makes a statement about how material possessions are not needed.

“After Apple-Picking”

Robert Frost This poem is a narrative poem about about apple picking. It takes place in an apple picking area. It takes place in the autumn. The speaker is an apple picker. The speaker is tired and during a spell of sleepiness experiences many dream like experiences. This poem has a theme of dreaming and fantasy worlds. There is an allusion to world of Alice in Wonderland in the line that says, “looking through a pane of glass,” which alludes to the title of Alice in Wonderland’s sequel Through the Looking Glass. This poem has much strange imagery. It is about dreams and how dreams are different than reality. “Magnified apples appear and disappear,” is an example of something that does not happen in reality that happened in the speaker’s dream. The poem is reminiscent of 1960s poetry influenced by pschoactvive substantces, however this is probably not realted to the poem ecause it was written prior to that era.

Two stand out lines are “I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough/ And held against the world of hoary grass. These lines seem like they are preparations of doing a drug, like absinthe or marijuana. The whole poem has allusions to drugs use in it, and that is one of the most profound examples.

“In a Station of the Metro”

Ezra Pound

This poem is about lyric poem, which is only two lines long. It is about a speaker being in a station of the metro, and seeing a faces, which are like petals on a branch. The setting is in a subway station The speaker is compares the faces to petals on a branch. On an abstract level, this poem is about creating new forms of communication. The story told in the poem is real swell. It expresses how faced all are different in the subway dark, so everyone soul trust it; the poem is more of a being a poem about being small and concise than being in a station by the metro. “in a station of the metro,” stands out because those are the only lines in the whole poem.

Wendy is a shy girl. Cliff is a cool kid. Hasbro is out of control Sasha is capricious.

Wendy: I am shy Cliff: I am like a knee with sauce of bright blue grass.

Hasbro: There are porupines. Radeshahsa.  You’re Kneck Bud, bythe way.  There is an interminable  wood forest seahorse explosion extravaganza.

Sasha: I am capricious. Hasbro: Shut up. Shut the effriendly’s up. Sasash: Sanxhesb Hasbro: there is a difficult sort of aircraft carrier shut the hell u. YOUKNOWWHATIMEANNNNNNNNNNN????? Yeah well that is that and this is this I know there is not chance for us to get around to alol the stuff we had planned on foing. YEAYEAH Jjjjjjjjjjill Cartaldo. La;lalalal Mollusk: I eat people eats everyone.

The end.

MB: Winston my foie gras is raw. When do you guesstimate that a new batch will be ready. Winston: Oh anytime now MB: Anytime what? Winston: Anytime now what SIR. MB: That’s more like it. For an insolent mongoloid such as yourself, you sure have learned a lot. Winston: Oh yes sir I sure sir have sir. Enter; the captain of the boat Captian: captainly: Mr. Beauregard, sir, I hope you are enjoying this cruise. MB: Oh yes oh yes I am. It is simply marvelous. I absolutely adore caviar. Captain: Now about your tabs… MB: Winston my checkbook. Winston: Right-o. A blonde middle aged woman walks into the private dinning hall. She smells like cigarettes and cheap perfume, but mostly cigarettes. She has a bored sarcasm to her, and is European; she thinks she is better than Americans, and she speaks seven languages. Her name is Nathena. Winston: humbly pardon me ma’am but this is a private dinning hall. Nathena: Oh deary deary dear, I am lost. MB: As if though he is attracted to Nathena, because he is Oh no, Winston where is your politeness, please allow the woman in. Winston: apprehensively But… TENTACLE ATTACK>

• Winston: I really don’t know how I feel about what happened to Mr. Beauregard. • Captain: Well that’s life. It is a really fickle thing. And accidents happen all the time. You just have to grab life by the horns you know eh? • Winston: Yeah but • Captain: But he was old anyway. • Winston: ironically oh well that makes everything all right then. • Captain: do you think you want to cry? I don’t mind if you do. It is all right to cry contrary to societal notions. • Winston: I am not in a crying mood. The only word I could use to describe my feelings about him to myself was the word “hate.” • Captain: Oh Really? • Winston: yeah Really. But now that he is dead I feel bad. • Captain: no you feel badly. • Winston: His moment of death wasn’t a trice; it is a never ending circumstance that is going to reverberate in the universe forever. From that insatna until infinity the world has changed and I am only going to get farther away from not being able to go back. But one millisecond after I couldn’t have gone back. I thought I could have, but time just kept passing and I am stuck with the consequences. It has been hours, and soon it will be years. Years of regret. • Captain: Oh really • Winston: Yeah really • Captain: No wai • Winston: Yeah Way. • Captain: well I wasn’t really paying attention to you soliloquy but I guess you are right. • Winston: So now what are we supposed to do? • Captain: Move on with our lives. • Winston: Are you going to tell anyone about it? • Captain; I suppose I wouldn’t if you paid me off. • Winston: well then I’ll just have to kill you to • Captain: Oh really • Winston: Yeah Really • Captain: No way • Winston: Obviosuly I was being facetious. However the point is, it is not my fault he was swept up in love and ate shellfish with poison in them. • Captain: suddenly condescending oh no of course it isn’t your fault. It is your parents’ fault for giving you such a lousy childhood.