Oh, http://www.alansondheim.org/ossinow1.jpg (Ossi Oswalda, our feral cat, since deceased, rest in peace) Everything I do has a point to it. It's often a weak point. It's often a point that it faces itself. There's nowhere to go with it except in terms of style. I hate style. I hate stylistics. They get in the way of trying to say something that's raw and uncomfortable. I'm not sure where to go with this. I'm never sure where to go. It's always a case of things falling apart into a form of rocks sliding down a hill or mountain no a hill but stopped all the time by small declivities, or small proturbances, they get in the way of whatever thinking I'm trying to do. The truth is I'm lazy . I have no interest in reading the fine points of theory. I don't understand mathematics. I don't even understand addition. I just run around as if I have some intelligence and that's the point of even this text . To show to show how smart I am by showing how stupid I am. That's my usual brilliant maneuver. But it shows how stupid I am by trying to show how smart I am. And the original version of this this was written much better. Almost like an aphorism! But here it's dead not in the water, but on the side of the mountain! Where I enjoy myself hanging onto a tree just above the abyss . _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
