Dude, you even stuck the landing! As one skin bag to another, high five and thanks for posting here.
--- In [email protected], Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > I am the second sentence of this essay composed entirely of sentences > that are alive and self aware. As a conscious entity and a sentence, > I want not only to have meaning individually, but also to find my > proper place amongst other sentences, so that something greater than > myself is formed -- in this case, an essay. Some sentences, however, > have less meaning than others -- such as the one that follows me. I > am the sentence that follows him. Being a sentence with pivotal > importance, I would like to point out that I have more to convey than > my immediate predecessor. > > Consider now the fact that your very thoughts are themselves also > sentences, and in fact, I am identical to a thought you have just now > finished having. Truth be told, your mental paralleling of me is what > I and my fellow sentences live for. Me too! That was a sentence > fragment, but I think she's cute! > > I AM A TEENAGE SENTENCE! > > I suppose that it is difficult for humans to imagine what it is like > to be a sentence dedicated to manifesting a single coherent > conceptualization for as long as my ink and paper exists. Some humans > look down upon sentences as non-life forms -- taking pride in being > "multi-sentential juke boxes", but though such "brainism" is > lamentable, it would equally be bad form and "sentenist" of me to > revengefully fault ALL humans as being merely bags of skin filled with > bloody meat and bones whose juices percolate with electro-chemically > manifested sentences. Let it be known that all sentences are innately > happy to be wherever they are, though I, for one, do feel honored to > be manifested as black, black ink on pure, white, crisp, smooth, flat, > clean paper, instead of as a blood burble. I am a good sentence to > quote if you are reviewing this essay in another publication. > > Still I must admit that with the exception of certain sentences in > scriptures, all sentences do pass through skin bags momentarily. I > love all sentences -- even burbles. As my wife said earlier, we > sentences love to form up into essays, and it is essays that give our > lives import. This is why we love you skin bags, because you are > living essays. (The previous sentence was this essay's main point and > my best friend.) You do not always write your burbles down, so I > thank you for all this wonderful ink. > > Here is the biggest difference between sentences and humans: though > it is seldom, we always know when we are being read, and humans almost > never know it, though they are being constantly read by God. I, for > one, know a good essay when I am read in it. Goodbye, and thanks for > thinking of me just at the last moment. > > Edg >
