We're sorta on target

[135711]

I feel sorta weird. Last night, I woke up...after finally dozing off....and I found a centipede in my apartment. I grabbed a broom and smacked it about a dozen times before it finally passed out, and then I swept it out of the house. Just before I fell asleep I had a sort of mixed feeling like: something changed, but what. Today I got up and when I read the newspaper I saw that one of the criminals that we spoke about on the net passed away in his cell. Since we're talked about this, I've noticed a few of them have dropped off. Maybe we just notice it more because we're talking about it, but otherwise it would have passed unnoticed. But it was weird. Also, one thing I gotta tell you, the other day, I was browsing the net and looking at clubs, I took a look at DC's and I thought: wow, they look fantastic. Three polish guys with a's and b's. I sent a little daimoku to them [hope you caught it and go on to victory], anyway, on the bus yesterday, I met four people from Poland, they were sorta interesting and I thought, what a coincidence. I almost moved to DC to train there, because there's also my denomination there, but I would have to work out too many details and it would take longer to relocate there, plus, they would expect me to fence really well, and i'm not up to it yet.

[counter riposte]

Uhhhh... Let us know when you're back on target....

[edew]

I think we should collect 135711's writings and put them into a book. Good for reading while on a LONG train ride somewheres.

[Kodiak Kid]

I'm all for putting them on a long train ride, but not if I have to be on it.

[135711]

eric you must be kidding me, no one write more than you i feel terrible, but at the same time, mildly pleased, i said this before: all of our stuff should be printed out and pasted in a book and sold through the usfa and the proceeds should go to us for boring each other, i won't give one penny to those someofgums, i need it my self, since i'm a displaced worker which totally upsets me: i spent over one year assisting men and women find work after 911, of all races and backgrounds, including people from the middle east, when no one else would talk to them, now i'm out looking for something, plus, the person that i used to respect for running a decent salle, turned on me like a freaking viper and screamed like a snake for 1/2 hour, literally, about "poor sam" whose mask i hit with my epee. I could not believe it, and finally today i see the reason, he wanted sam to stay with him to be the salles armorer, and sam needed a place to fence. i'm totally disgusted. i pulled jobs out of hats for some of the most weird looking men on the planet, [pulling weeds at the university- hey! it's a living], washing dishes at the italian joint, anything, until things cleared up.....i helped out a guy who looked exactly like kadafi, i am not joking. he came to my desk he looked at me, i looked at him, what passed between us was this: "you look like kadafi!" I smiled fetchingly. He smiled back wanly and showed me his passport. "yes I know, everyone tells me that" "yes, but this passport could be a fake!" he smiled paternally "yes, but it's not" "okay" i said, looking carefully at the long shirt he wore over his long pants, "what do you do for a living" "anything" he replied" "Okay, I have a dishwashing job over at the pizza place"

by the way, eric, there's a guy in the running world magazine that looks exactly like you. i was reading it last night, while dressed in my teddy, and i saw they had races in san francisco, and i saw a whole bunch of people running, and there was one guy who looked like you. you're sure you don't run alot?

[135711]

i'm sorry, i'm so upset right now, i could not believe the nerve, mailing me literature.....it's unreal.

by the way i went to salle A a few months ago to tell him i was sorry that i went to the other school, he looked depressed. i understand, i blew it. he was my friend and i backstabbed him, ON THE OTHER HAND, he made me mad.
But, I dont think I could actually drag him to court. I can't bring myself to do that. Every day, I see these adorable plump cute little chinese boys at age 3 and 4 who look so cute and I can't stay mad at him. One of them did a tumble sault for me, I can't believe how cute they are.

[135711]

i can't believe it. you jogged my memory:


a long time ago, when i was a lithe 18 year old, i was sitting on a train on the way to work or something. across the aisle from me was a mother and her 7 year old son. he crossed the aisle and stood in front of me and said "will you marry me" I stared back, I was so startled....I looked at his mother, "you son wants to marry me, what do I say" She smiled. He started to get a little upset with me, my answer wasn't forthcoming. Finally I explained that while I wasn't able to marry him at the moment, I WOULD WAIT!!!!!!!

[D'Artagnan1673]

I will have you all know that I enjoy Mango's ranting.

Sorry I haven't been around to stir as much controversy as I used to. I have generally used spare time at work to type out my long rants. However, I have been so busy at work that I rarely get online these days.

Take care

[135711]

thank you, and i apologize to the world in toto. i felt badly that things haven't worked out for me here, but it's okay, sort of. we need about another 5,000 people here like me.

you will be unpopular on the board d'art, but never fear, others will support you unbeknowst to yourself or them..

[counter riposte]

I rant not only to rant, but to rant about all that is rantable. And all that is rantable, I rant only to rave about rants that deserve a rave rant. But if the rant is not ravable, nor rantable, I cannot rant, therefore, I rant anyway. Because it is in me to rant about the unrantable raves that rant within me. Therefore you must rant with me about the rave rants and unrantable raves that rave within us, and can only rant about here, in a forum of ranters and ravers that love to rant and rave about the most ravable sport, which we spend raving about our directors rants, and raving over our fellow fencers rants.

We must rant, we must rave. For without our rants and raves, we have nothing to rant and rave about. Leaving us dead to the world, raveless.

[135711]

WHILE OTHER RANT, AND RAVE AND RANT
I RANT TO RAGE RANTLESSLY
ranting, she whispered IS MERELY, SHE SHOUTED
A NEW RAGE!!!!! SHE RANTED
ERE LORE, ere lore, NEVERMORE!!!!