errr... read. Read. I couldn't write anything that good!
On Mon, 06 Feb 2017 19:04:59 -0500, email@example.com wrote:
That may just be the most awesome bit of stream-of-consciousness prose poetry I've ever written. Look up Jill McDonough.
On Mon, 6 Feb 2017 12:30:55 -0800, Jay Carlisle <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:Sorry for the structure of the word salad that results from My trickle of cluelessness process that it may help to know I never made it through 9th grade expelled just like kindergarten with the interim spent in East Baton Rouge Parish public social indoctrination and baby sitting during the most tumultuous period of the nation's longest running desegregation case averaging 2 schools a year with a reverse Gump icing the $#!^ cake seeing Me qualify for the new GT program via test but privately administered owing to address issues that kept bumping Me down the list for the board admin of the same which got Me remedial classes instead of advanced placement annnnnnnd major issues with Mater's eue skins and mortor boards owing to "rules" what function more as suggestions and colour coloring the spelling bee grammar gurus critique of how I worded the concept I was lucky to manage to record at all and I tend to block Myself owing to mild perfectionist tendencies muddled up with the psychotic mental instability and the outrider oddness if not just plain weird personality that seem to prevent producing any pages whatsoever which is a heavy blow to a one man show. Also I'm on a touch screen, there's a stiff breeze against Me with full Sun in My eyes and I'm Jay so it is what it is. I'm trying to improve although progress seems geological in scale and some of My greatest accomplishments are totally unknown such as the quiet stent that's certainly not My normal let but I'z combining My filthy writing habit with politics and couldn't separate the screeds subjects so heroically did not inflict the list with that particular excrement instead waiting till a more normal diet produced My normal offence so there's that.And also vacuum... sky can't even compare with the arrogance and conceit of the term and is tantamount in triggering the war twixt My mother tongue and aye...Perhaps My spreadsheets and tables will come across better for those what can't bear My ... uniqueish voice in prose writing? Y'all just read it while I've got a life sentence and stuck in a pinhead too boot.Argentina weeps for peron lil ol Moi I'm sure.So there's that.