people don't die on tracks
that way
they won't have to pay insurance

that way
they will be able to earn more from cramming in the exact same quiz

that way
fast, to the point, and not caring shit about whether you die or not

A guy majoring in finance walks around sporting a T-shirt

LACK OF MONEY IS THE ROOTS OF ALL EVIL

good for him
now it's my turn

MONEY IS THE ROOTS OF ALL EVIL

how's that for a change

why does language have to be corrected

as long as it's from the heart

who cares shit

our college english 1 teacher goes around correcting what's wrong and what's not

if he can't explain something

he says it's ridiculous and nonsence

who would know
he's the one that majored in lingistics in Oxford

Fuck oxford

next time try digesting cotton swabs

do you really think any of the greatest poets of the last decade

i.e. hip hop would stop to correct the proper use of flow...

next time you need a critique, instead of using your material

just use some of the lyrics of that genius poet Kayne West

see what they would say...

I had my first creative writing teacher in High School

His name was Mr Ellis, and he was cheating on his wife with another English teacher

this is very English department by the way

Ive studied six languages and there is nothing in the waters that

create such well...debouchery...as English...which is strange

b/c English isn't a language of beauty, or practicality

fuck I need some Kayne right about now

your post makes me glad to no longer be considered a teacher

not that I was great at it,

its just

I'm against it.

teaching a language that is a bastard

its like teaching rock n roll

really???

you wanna be the douche bag that says they can and can not

do as they please with a bastard?

no

not me

since I'm in the mode of asking you questions you can never really answer here it is

Q: Why do you think they teach people to drive cars on tracks in Taiwan instead of streets?

Q: What does this say about learning in Taiwan?

Q: I feel like we went over this so...what gives?

so

on that note

a moment of Kanye...

and she claim she only with me for the currency you cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery and i was too proud to admit that it was hurting me id never do that to you at least purposely we breaking up again we making up again but we dont love no more i guess wee f**king then have you ever wanted to kill her and you mixed them emotions with tequila and you mixed that with a little bad advice on one of them bad nights yall have a bad fight and you talking bout her family her aunts and shit and she say motherf**ker your mommas a bitch you know domestic drama and shit all the attitude i'd never hit a girl but i'd shake the shit out of you but imma be the bigger man big pimpin like jigga man oh i guess i figga it's ...

My conversation english teacher wants to be like Morrie. She wants us to write to our past or future selves. I pretended to be Nomad and wrote to me. I couldn't let go though. I'm not really comfortable letting 20 classmates that I meet once a week read my craziness. If I were to be really truthful: Hihi! tall alien with squeaky voice.

Oh, and she also wants us to find a native speaker (definition: born and grew up in the states or uk) to correct our homework for her.

During the native speaker worksheet turn in week, Chengchi was filled with packs of native-speaker-hungry students. They would move on quickly if the foreigner said somewhere foreigner like Germany or Spain.

I got lucky. My native speaker attended Tai Kown Do club. I caught him during the meet.

I gave him the Nomad letter and he looked at the sentence," I know I'm shy to an an autistic sorta way." and laughed.

He told me I was wrong.

Why can't Nomad say whatever he wants?

Darn

bittersweet

hmmm...

to counter

I still think you should be a librarian

but to play the devil food cake advocate that I was sent upon this green phlemy mess of manure

called planet home; why do you think books in taiwan are sealed in plastic?

why do you think books are over priced?

why do you think anyone getting paid a dollar an hour

is going to tell you anything but the answer that is going to get you out of their face

as quickly as possible?

also, my pretty little thing...try accosting young male book store clerks and see where

embracing the ethereal eternity that has launched a thousand ships...a thousand hips?

i dont think a male clerk would be so keen as to point who is carrying gucci

now... a male librarian on the other hand...no chance you'd get past on of them

I am now secretly afraid of bookstores.
Last time I went to find wicked,
the salespeople gave me a empty smile and said," sorry, we're sold out."
they then told me that the other store in sogo probably had it.
I got off the station and discovered two sogos at the same place.
Why would the sogo people do that?
Why would the bookstore people do that?
Nevertheless I went in one of the sogos atempting to try my luck.
The officer in the front said that I couldn't go in, they were closing.
I stood there not knowing what to do, and then I saw the officer let a lady with a gucci hadbag go in.
I decided that I am tired of bookstores now.
What ever happened to warm and inviting bookstores with a personality?

if you cant find bukowski in taiwan
I will send it.
I gave my last copy I had in taiwan
to a friend who was leaving taiwan to
chase the ghost of his x wife in estonia
he came back to taiwan four months later
and to be honest
I wanted the book back
he is now in s. korea.

if i can say this
I never looked at writing again after reading him
and i think it had something to do
with my friends failed attempts of settling in estonia
fare enough...
ive read wicked twice now
but i would rather send you "love is a dog from hell"