11/8/2002 Kate to ichabod@yahoogroups.com

ok i know i'm retardedly obsessed with talking about my poetry class and you're probably all sick of hearing about it on here, but SERIOUSLY i now have THE best assignment EVER. listen:

"..please attempt to write a surrealist poem. you may want to collaborate with another person...you may want to record dream imagery, or attempt to create a poem utilizing surprise and strange juxtapositions. you may wish to use a collage effect by incorporating other lines of text, eg. song lyrics, lines from other poems, instructions for evacuating an airplane, whatever. you could also take some scissors to an old poem of yours and cut out all the words individually and rearrange them into a strange new poem. really anything goes with this assignment."

so here's my main idea - i'm going through ichabod posts and pulling various lines here and there.

Ichabod et Alia Rubbish - I, II and III combined

 

How nice it would be to be so naive and at peace again.

            Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon...

                        Surreal in so many aspects.

I think it'd be fun and I might be able to make it not suck.

                                    Faith is a Void.

... how good my room smells right after i did laundry, deckage and Miami...

                                    It is so spiritual and awe striking.

                        Maybe the sitcom is protecting him....

You can't get much bigger and better than the sitcom.

dr. perfect

I don't know, i'll take friends over green paper anyway

Redherring409 [12:32 AM]:  2. lake = "the unspoken thing"

Psychic powers, baby. Psychic Powers.

            we would so be on the bus!

 

i imagine most of us have a line somewhere that says we might hesitate to find a way to deal with a giant flesh eating steak that appeared at our door.

They'd have a look on their face like they were trying to shield themselves from something...

...they would say, "Hello?", clearly hear the backwards singing of some Irish folksong overlapped by the warped scatting of a guy from the Dirty Dozen New Orleans Brass Band, say "Hello?" once more, and then promptly hang up.

                        Oh my devil he is becoming normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All genuine individuality and spontaneity may have been lost.

you guys almost always make me laugh

Plus, I mean isn't that what our group has always been about anyway? Pointing out the ridiculous and very rubbish aspects of life and laughing long and hard at them?

            ...embraces absurdity against all reason.

 

YOU CAN DIE NOW!!!

I think that we should all take the time to appreciate the evil and hate in our lives created by people.

i was having a blast, actually, until Ruben, the guy in the little digging cubical next to me one day said, "hey, ya know, why don't we just kill em all at once?"

                                    okay Satan he's all yours

Any kind words of hate will be appreciated. I'd especially enjoy messages from "HEY I'M ITALIAN" and "LAZY ON COUCH". "TALL LIKE BEANPOLE" can send me some too.

we should try to keep things as orderly as possible. if you don't I'll kill you.

Now I have no choice but to destroy you.

            (Evil laugh inserted here)

 

satan only matters to those believing in the real presence of evil, right?

            Why do people feel they have the right to tell you to smile??

                         What does anyone know about Afghanistan?

                        creationism doesn't make much sense to me.

happy birthday

                        I think that's a bunch of shit, personally.

but I'll try when my eyes are slightly wider open.

 

Wow...honesty that pure is so rare.        

 

We would like to remind you of this upcoming event.

            Until then quit with the freakin one liners....

Until then we can always freak Mike out with the monkey mask.

The floor’s fine with me.

            Wow..... why do people do that?

...to become only a slight glimmer of what you were would be heart breaking.

The Gravel's Coming with Us When We Go

Anyway, that biscuit maker is moving incredibly fast.

 

Kay, I'm done...off to chamber singers.

 ....hickle....

dreadfully dreading finals next week but apathetically procrastinating,

-Bed SUPERTOWN

PS- Yuma is not a word, shouldn't have been used in scrabble, and javax rules.

pps-I hope everyone is doing well...I'll talk to you soon....

Ichabod and other Rubbish IV - the version handed in for class

salsa!

 

I think it'd be fun and I might be able to make it not suck.

The Gravel's Coming with Us When We Go

Anyway, that biscuit maker is moving incredibly fast.

THEN I gave a rat trap two quarters to buy me a new tour bus.

            Carrot does not apply here....so Tomato.

(&&&&&)

I filed the shell in my extra stomach, which I drew on the fence the previous night.

"MR. Butterscotch! Mr. 'Talk about sincerity!'!, I exclaimed. Yes, just as I suspected.

 

Plus, I mean isn't that what our group has always been about anyway? Pointing out the ridiculous and very rubbish aspects of life and laughing long and hard at them?

but i imagine most of us have a line somewhere that says we might hesitate to find a way to deal with a giant flesh eating steak that appeared at our door.

I suppose that isn't contradictory.  is it?

i think that you already know that the answer is an overwhelming yes.

I disagree! ....but my case won't talk right now

            Oh my devil he is becoming normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All genuine individuality and spontaneity may have been lost.

I always wondered about those kind of people.

dinkie the robot

            I'm sooo sorry.... but no one cares.

           

RUN WHILE SODA IS POPULAR! DO THE MATH!

 

hmmmmmmm? Also, TIBET!!!

I love insanity...the end.

PS- Yuma is not a word, shouldn't have been used in scrabble, and javax rules.

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