ECLIMBING MT.TINKERBELL

Sentence by sentence it sucks, why should it not, the words are all inexact grappl and toward ineffable states, the heartbroken feeling you experience after hearing a Mozart symphony and realizing he is the same species as you.. The gimmick grows stale. Two, three, a half-dozen times and we get it. The constant stupid reminders of the difficulties in accomplishing or not accomplishing something idiotic start to turn the mind into mashed poratoes. And ultimately who is to judge (assuming there is a final uber-blog to judge from) whether it has acnhieved its dubious goal of commenting on not commenting on its medium? THERE I MEANING TO BE EXTRACTED SOMEWHERE INTHAT SENTENCE. I KNOW IT. I JUST KNOW IT. There is something incestuous about this-- using the tricks of the trade as forceps to extract a baby trick from its mother. The baby trick is A story or an article or a nonfictiOn peace, FUCK IT'S ANYTHING BUT THIS, anything that reaches out, however tenously into the real world. A piece of prose where you can create one coherent sentence that start with "It's about...." and continue until you make a point and don't sound like you are desrcribing THE WIZARD OF OZ as written in Summerian. No, let's shake up the emphasis and talk about the writer, even though we are not permitted to talk about him. Let's talk about the inSANE feelings he hopes to experience as he crosses the finish line, the line being, ultimately his death, since as long as there are free bits to be had, by definition there is no reason he should stop writing. To the writer of LA this is a giant I AM, an ego trip of monumentally insane proportions where the writer gets it in his head that anything he writes is interesting because HE has written it. Does he allow the fact that it bores even him stop him? No this is the stomach disgesting the stomacn. Content becomes the process, not the objective. Content as a verb. Ultimatey content as an adjective-- a content writer content to no longer be spewing contentless content at a mostly uncontented audience who are willing to content themselves with drek of the lowest order for reasons only they can know. The task does grow harder with each post, especially not having read the previous post where I often say what I am going to do to make it easier. Ultimately what is called for is a true friend to come and pull out the plug, BUT THERE ARE FUCKING BATTERIES. WORDWORTHIAN, POSITIVELY WORDSWORTHIAN.