Beats Entropy

 As soon as I finish the songs I sings, I’ve already forgotten the words. The second I figure the meaning of things, the sounds becomes absurd. Letter Day won’t fix my problems; who the hell are you to judge? Lets get down to business.

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What advertising slogans do you hate the most and why?

Rodney

 It’s more the dance, than the slogan, but I hate that Hey PeptoBismol jig. I can deal with the nausea, upset stomach, and heart burn parts… but the Diarrhea portion of the dance, wherein they place two hands over their rears (presumably to stem a hot gusher of crap) while grimacing, is unpardonable. Let me tell you something: I’ve had diarrhea before; I did not dance, I did not sing, and trying to contain the pressure manually would have resulted in two rank and scalded hands, shame filthed and forever unusable. How dare they teach that to children.   Read the rest of this entry »

 I been down, but I ain’t beat; I been gone, but I ain’t dead. If I must be condemned let it be for one of these two truths:

1. I am not a helicopter.

2. Letter Day is late.

Enough lament. Let us get down the business.

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   So what do think about the upcoming presidential election?

Julie C.

Vetterburg, VA

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 Deep in the heart of Dreamtime there stands rock shaped like a Fathers Lament. Were you to climb this rock, a thousand fathoms to the top, you would see the edges of the word of god…and the only discernable erg would beckon. L E T T E R DAY. Let’s get down to business.

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Are really going to post naked Pictures if you win a Bloggy?

Dina,

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I’ve had so much caffeine today I can see through winter…to the blazing cold sun that fevers my dreams. I do not know my name. I cannot find my way. Yet letter day must go on. Let’s get down to business.

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You seem like a fairly on the ball adult; were you this bright as kid?

Gina,

Ridgemont, Ill

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     I have two questions. Why does poetry suck so hard? Why are sandwiches so good?

This is important.

Zack the Wis,

Pemberton, Il

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I spent my typing on the title; let’s get down to business.

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What do you want?

Curious Zach

Woonsocket, OH

What do I want?

I want Raisin bread that doesn’t put lie to it’s name with every bite.

I want to beat a midget with a 9 iron and have him laugh like it’s was sunshine.  

I want to drink gasoline until my eyes shimmer with rainbows and my words combust.

I want to shake ugly babies until we both start crying

I want a better world for bastards, just because

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I Ain’t a clown killer…but I’ve killed a clown.

I didn’t plunge the knife…but I held him down.

 Truer words have never been spoken…by me, at least. Because I lie. Almost exclusively. Let us try and put that ugliness aside… in the interest of LETTER DAY! 

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Poppa AJ, Sing me a song of summertime.

Lucy Sweetmess

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The only advice my Grandfather ever gave me was “If you’re going to kill a clown make sure he’s dead. Cause they got’s long memory and lots of friends“. He died peacefully in sleep twenty years later. Fucking clowns! I dedicate this Letter Day to his memory. Let us, get down, to business.

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I don’t think you use real letters. Or if you do, your fans are just as caustic and biting as you are.But i could be wrong. It happens. So here goes nothing. Do you beat your entropy often? Or do you find as you get older you only need to beat it every now and again? “What advice would you give to young readers who might want to beat their entropy? Do you have any tips that might make it a more pleasurable experience? Or are you one of those who believes that beating one’s entropy should be an inherently unpleasant experience.If i got fan letters like this one I’d use fake letters, too.

+++Cardboard Casanova

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Oh the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon, the little boy blue and the man in the moon. “When you coming home, Poppa AJ”, I don’t know when…we’ll have a Letter Day then….you know we’ll have letter day then…

It’s been a long time my children’s… and I don’t have much excuse, save my heart went wandering and took my narrative gumption with it. In my defense I also haven’t fed my cat in a week, or beaten her properly in three days. Hell of world we live in. Let us get down to business.
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What about the guvament? I been inside so long I reached the out within the center. Why can’t I mezmerate the endogenous conclusion of my obvious subsumation? There are three thoughts I must propose:

1. Bureaucracy functions as a anti truth engine that converts an economy of linear deception into false industry of non productive thought.

2. Authority is a measure of anironic buying in: to the stated principles.

3. You can hammer a thought flat and it retains all meaning; put one dent in man and he becomes inchoate and meaningless.

Danny Dangerous, Privy Council.

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One of the real underrated signs of a rough weekend is waking up with one inexplicably swollen eye. It’s as if half my brain witnessed something of such suspect viewabilty it’s refusing to raise the lid all the way in protest. I’m going to give it few hours to come around on it’s own before I start applying random solvents to try and shake it out of it’s funk. On to Letter Day!

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 Fuck religion. Fuck politics. Fuck a world defined by set roles and the archaic shame structures of old white men. We need to think without mind. Speak with our actions and commitment, which transcend the pedestrian limits of language. We exist purely, without the need for external consent/definition. I challenge you and I challenge your readers to cease being Sheeple and engage.

 Matty Freemind,

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 I’ve got two tickets to the tractor pull and a hat full of sunshine. Who wants to be my new live in gadabout? No takers? On with letter day then.

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My friends girlfriend called me douchebag. I was a little offended but tried to play it off as a joke, so I stopped a passing girl and asked her if I was a douche bag. She  was good looking, and said yes with such authority It got me wondering. My questions-

1.   What exactly is a douche bag?

 2.   How can I tell if I am one?

Reference: I am a 28 year old banker/aspiring writer, have excellent hygiene and drive a fairly new Mercedes.  

Mark Anton,

 

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