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20220604WritingRaw.v2.HP.txt

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20220604WritingRaw.HP.txt

So by the time someone looks at something i've put out
like a daily journal, it's kinda raw...

and wonder why anyone would bother,
but many probably do, because they have to,
and because that's about all i'm capable of,
most of the time...

As you might guess, i'm not paid for this,
and some of it's creative, much of it's
just for fun, whatever that is,
hobby...

I have written for others, at the Paper,
StreetSense, and back in school, college,
writing group(s), etc...

But to take it more seriuosly, and some pride
in what i do, even as a character defect,
some might say...

One of the Deadly Sins, 7 last i knew,
but maybe more, i'm still not religious,
so not sure how many it matters,
but 12Step uses them, and a lot of other things...
Says for slogans, and the Serenity Prayer,
based on something else...
The things i cannot change,
and wisdom to know the difference,
trademarked, copy righted, etc, elsewhere...

And i'm a CopyLeft person, non commercial,
non derivative, share and share alike,
etc... For some version(s) of that too..

But revising things, polishing and cleaning
up things, takes effort, some may think
more than writing it in the first place,
but assumes what writing is,
like an output process from a person/ human,
a machine, in a lot of cases, a(n) HP here,
and touchscreen on SmartPhones .G9Pro.
.G51Plus. .SamSung.
and .txt
so i add the device name in what i type,
for FileNames...
and how something comes out depends on what
device I'm typing on, so some analysis
could be made of an unnamed output,
to what it was done on,
where things are on the keyboard,
which keyboard, used for a SmartPhone,
and some other things...

I took a typing class back in school,
kind of like a shop class for girls,
mostly, when typing was for secretarial,
like cooking instead of SHOP/ AutoMotive,
but that is for someone else,
and for some reason speed is most important,
how long would it take you to type this
up, and then do some corrections/ typos,
and fix it, assuming good input to start with,
say writing a letter...

Instead of a memory dump of data,
say my 20220604FoodEtcLog.DeVice.txt
Food Etc Logs,  which are very terse,
unformated, but somehow still somewhat,
so if you have problems with
Jeannie vs. Jennie or Jenne Dean
park, WhatEver, it's on You...

It might be nice to get the name right,
the first time, but that doesn't happen often,
with me, as starting out a page,
and making a FileName, takes some forethought,
which may not be what i start doing...

I may have an idea, and think it's effing brilliant,
and need to put that down, on the computer,
used to be paper, but there's a problem,
trying to read my writing,
like writing out check(s),
 paying bills,
 and how that works out
 and doesn't...

There we go again, indentation,
and typos all the way thought this,
much of which i corrected to start,
while typing,
so technically this is Not
FreeWriting, trying to get stuff out,
communication blocks, a lot like Autism,
i'd imagine,
but more like dyslexia,
which i know i've got a hisstory of
(ss intentional?)
or just keep it RAW, and don't cook the data,
checking on myself, and others,
am i being nit picky about my writing?
others?
finding errors in notices, and things posted,
did a LandLord, SlumLord write a Notice,
pretending it's god writing on tablets,
through someone else?
say a prophet?

Moses, or Mohammad, or WhatEver,
for a religious person,
a particular flavor of religion, it might matter,
but for someone not religious, spiritual,
it might not, as DogMa, how it Should Be,
isn't as much of a thing,
some might say...

Formal writing, for college, classes,
or for pay, might make some difference,
write to make a point instead of just
dumping some idears out on paper,
or on the screen...

Most of the time i don't even look at the screen,
and it shows, just get it out and write blindly,
literally, can't see the screen, much like being
outside and typing something in the sunlight,
with sunglasses, Transitions and brightness,
can't see the screen, add to that the character FontSize
and can't see it at all...

Or the battery is going
but mostly i'm guessing i don't spend as much time
typing at the keyboard, as i used to,
and the hands get tired and sore, forearm strength,
agility, and cramping up later in a typed piece of
shit/ crap/ dump/ whatever,
and then there is the inner critic,
am i circular on what i am writing,
and trying to impress, or make a point,
many times there isn't
get the information out,
and then look at it later,
which i rarely do, but, sometimes,
go back and fix/ clean up,
and get crap for not doing as someone else might like,
which is a critical environment...

In writing groups, FreeWriting groups,
we read our stuff after the timed exercise,
a mash up of this that and the other,
many times two thing, drawn from a hat,
literally, or box, 
cup, or something, with some forethought,
perhaps before hand someone pulled some
interesting to them stuff out of somewhere,
not just the air, but a newspaper,
or something else, i'd imagine...


And then there are transpositions, like
what i just did something was typed
incorrectly, my hands didn't do what i wanted
them to, which was be an automaton,
and get it out, but finger x before finger y,
and y before x, and it's a mess,
and that asuumes i know where i'm going with
this that and the other,
but many times, it's a surprise,
what did i think of that park?

Why did (i) say it that way?
If i make a typo, do i leave it,
was a Freudian Slip?
something left in and funny, for a reason,
was this word better than that,
and what for, why?

MAny times will never know,
as in the moment, it might be funny
to be Freudian, and MA
for mother, or MAssacusets?
how ever that is spelled,
and sometimes i could run it through something
like a spell checker, and find the typos,
or leave that as an exercise for the reader,
many times would want to put thier personal
stamp on things, you could have said it that
way instead of this, but really,
then you would be me, which you aren't
as i'm me, and you're not...

So put your critical little red pen
dick or whatever back where it was
and leave me alone with it...

Basically quit dicking around with other
people's stuff...

If you want to be an editor,
which i was for Writing Group people,
i'd type up what they hand wrote
and we published it,
how to know if a typo or intended?
how to read someone else's hand writing,
and why am i putting out someone else's stuff
when i could be writing something of my own?

Really reading is a writing process
and vice versa, some might say...

But most would say better, it,
yep some things missing and skipped...

But i digress, and do that a lot,
instead of building up to something
i'm still tearing the last stuff down,
so like looking behind you all the time,
a fear perhaps of what others might think,
and say, and do, how is this being red lined
in classes, and other people's minds?
and does that matter for someome working on themselves,
how they think, and what is going on in the world
toDay, when really yesterDay, and already happend
by the time something is being written...

It's hot today, well it might be hotter,
yesterDay, and feel like 2 degrees difference,
Am i a Masters (level) writer?
or just a cub reporter?
my first assignment, go to a baseball game,
say at Nauck? and write it up...

What was the environment like?
was i welcome as an old white disabled man?

Like FusionImprobable, back in the paper days,
a Free KenCen event, for membership drive,
and family reunion, like I'm a Kennedy or something,
but been there a few times, and learned some things,
the arts are something, maybe just a mess,
and there is freedom in creating something new,
or has it all been done?

The more you look and the more you know,
you may have a better base of how to judge/
guess, and interpret that...

So if you've ever heard Howard Cossel,
say i got that name right,
passed a while ago,
and he was a broadcaster, with a distinctive
New York like accent,
and a style perhaps, but i'm only vaguely
remembering it,
and did multiple type events,
boxing say with Mohammad Ali,
The Greatest, and ego beyond
anything, self promotion, and a religious
sort of person, as renamed himself
from Cascious? Clay,
(sp? spelling?)
and check that,
some writing platforms, will highlight,
if it hasn't got that word, name, something symbol
in it's memory banks,
and it depends if i'm connected if i(t) will flag it,
as this Emacs editor, a program text editor,
the kitchen sink, has tools for things,
and spell checking isn't that great,
write it first then spell check
and hit some numbers, 0, 1, ... 9
etc to replace with something else,
it guesses what i meant,
but it's not grammar, that's something else,
did i run on an entire paragraph
AGain?

And CamelCase,
am i running on and on, or making up my own
words?

How about paragraphing?
Am i hitting return,
like a musical verse,
taking a breather,
here and there,
or as someone asked,
axed more around here,
writing Haiku?

And there are Haiku
checkers
in some iambic pantameter
type counting,
512 or whatever the sequence,
a drum beat of sorts
and does it make music or noise?

is it resonating something in the reader,
instead of the writer,
the output mean more when read than
when written?
as saying the same thing over and over again,
opinions no body caress about,
or just another splattered words
on a page,
like paint on canvas,
graphitti on wall,
or some other splattered paint,
and let them fall where they do,
not taking credit, nor care where each
fine peice of art/ shit lays, lies,
and laid...

But picadillos are one thing
and generally messy, cluttered,
and verbal diarehia,
for some spelling of that,
i would have to check,
or not, which is way more likely,


And please make it stop,
we want some Orwellian order to things,
Make the Thoughts drip drip drip
stop, it's torture reading some things,
and sometimes amusing other times,
like drunk with something,
lack of order, perhaps,

I've got a tub of gelato, empty next to me,
did i just eat it, or was that hour(s)
 ago?

In this case it was a while ago,
but that much sugar and i might be able to tell in the output,
like a caffienated run on paragraph,
and you really should just have something else,
an apple, or something of substance first,

have a peanut butter bagel,
preferably a mini cinnamon raisin,
in this case frozen and nuke it
on a tea cup saucer first,
but those are all used up,
so have to waste paper,
much like FishWrap and other stuff,
people get in the News,
delivered at their door,
in plastic, as it might rain today,
but might, not,
bring an umbrella, really something to stand
under, a future dead tree,
as it got hit by lightning,
and now it's just on fire
FerinHiet 451, the temperature Ray Bradbury
thought paper books would burn,
but maybe something else in Celcious,
got a calculator?
and ever heard of the person
Celcius? or is that typed wrongly/ badly/
poorly as well...

Who cares, or doesn't
as it's summer time,
and just watch the park video,
look at the pictures instead,
much more amusing, after all the gloss
and polish, air brushing and other alterations
made by editors, and slaves to some publishing house
or other(s)...

What is the IDeal?
iDeal?

What are we trying to conform to?
Something someone else wants?
Or is it all youthful rebellion,
past it's prime?
a smelly old fish left out to rot,
and no birds of prey in sight,
a slug might not care,
an ant and other parasite might,
so get on with it,
life marches on and you might miss
out, what tune/ rythem are you marching to?
an Eff that brigade?

And how many typos did you find in there?
Does it matter, are you that critical,
or do you just automattcally spell check
on input, or have to see it differently....

How much time and thought was put into what you read?
How many people have red it over
to receive their A's
red or Read?
as Tim MinChin's comedy music
PreJudice might notice,
or not,
but might be a lot funner,

if people weren't smoking pot around
until i sneeze, and cough and wake up high,
from something i don't even do,
but i'm in the chimney
and others are doing what they think is legal,
but second hand smoke kills,
like words on a page,
get that news,
get it now,
and whatever dude,
dog ate my home work,
as i'm like too cool to do school
it's like summer time
and i've skipped so many classes
i'm not graduating anyways,
what does it matter,
i'll go work for Wendies
i hear they don't care if people spit in their food,
Dave Thomas totally effed up Eminem,
man, so like Marshall Mathers can byte my ass...
or not man, like Cheech and Chong it don't matter,
and where'e fifi?
like did the dog eat my stash,
and other stuff i grew up on,
George Carlin, for example
saw him in person in KenCen as a kid,
it was a special night with my dad,
like totally 7 words you can't say on TV,
but had to go in person, or buy a record,
man, vinyl, man not CD, whatever that is
hasn't happened yet man,
some dude named Sony?
Sonnie?
and Cher?
like they do records man?
i thought she was just some bitch
Indian man, but not cool calling
that hot chick a bitch,
fifi's a bitch man like technically,
totally, dude, dudeettes,
but have to wait for like the 1980's
or Back to the Future man for that,
like tie die for ever man,
woman, child, dog, pet,
and pussy, whatever,
That Seventies Show like Bitchen,
man, and well what would Nash Bridges
who ever that is say about it,
Like 50 man,
if he's got Cents, or not,
like bitchen man,
go eat some peanut butter,
got the munchies man,
really,
seriously,
dude...
Go eat,
got hungry man,
and take some pot while you're at it,
something to piss and poop in,
shit,
fuck
cunt,
motherfucker,
and whatever the other 6 words were...

Totally fucked up,
but some like it that way,
chill out man,
chillax,
or not,
i don't care,
that's your stuff not mine,
cops man,
hide your stuff,
i can't man it's all over the place,
I'm like selling this shit to get my munchies
bag filled man,
like fido's got to eat,
and fifis bitching about something or other,
and like totally the price of gas,
$5?
when it was 10 cents,
not 50...

Shit man...
That's some good stuff,
well if you weren't high,
it might not look so good/
bad / indifferent...

Get a job, man...
get a hair cut,
leave me alone
pig...

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