Run-on Sentences and Other Malignant Humors
Uncle Remus Say
Hello dear. Kisses. Yes, let's eat, I'm completely starved. I've been eating electrons and living by the light of the screen lately. Yes, I think that's a great choice. Where's the list here? Let's celebrate! Finally, I am a great author. A recognized author. After 5 books I'm getting noticed. What was that magic phrase I used this time? I have a book signing in two weeks. Yes, in Seattle. Yuppy City. They're all yuppies there, you know. I wonder what all these people will have to say. I wonder whether any of them will have actually read the book. Do they know things about me I would rather they didn't know? Will they mention them? It doesn't really matter does it? It's my life. I can do what I think is best for me and everyone else can kiss it. Who are they? They don't know anything about me really. They haven't lived my life. They can't judge because they weren't there. They don't know. Yes, I am divorced. No, I don't have kids. Not by him or anyone else. Darling, I'm not fingering the glass "like that". Contrary to the mad mags, I haven't even had a decent lay with a half-way decent acquaintance in over a year. Would you like some more wine? Really? Why do people have to butt in? I'm a nice person. A good person. I shouldn't have to tell people that. Why do they think I'm such a deviant? Hm? Yes, I'm ready to get out of here too. Let's go to the park. But seriously, where does this involvement come from? I hardly ever talk about myself. I'm a private person. Do what? But that's misleading. If I do something charitable, it should be for me, not to prove to someone else that I'm a good person. Well I know. To be good and charitable are not the same of course. I do things for people. Most of them are so depraved. They think they understand so much. If they want to think I'm a horrible miscreant, then let them. It doesn't bother me. Besides what can I do? But that's just integrity dear. Everyone has that. I shouldn't have to show people I have integrity. Even if I don't always act that way, it doesn't mean I don't have integrity. Why do something I don't want to do to make other people happy? It's not honest. There's no honesty or integrity there. I would just be a yes man... woman. I want to be me. But dear, I do listen to them. I wrote the book. They like it. How would I know that if I wasn't listening? Sit here? No. Over here, it's not as wet here. Come here. Please. I know it's sunny. I like the sun. It's not too hot. It's wonderful. Warmth and wine. Wine and life. Come sit in the sun with me. Alright... I don't suppose I care either way. People do what they will. It's difficult to care really. Nothing ever changes. I have? Have you? That's surprising. But people don't have to change to be good people. Helpful people. When was the last time anyone helped someone else for no reason? When was the last time anyone heard of that? Yes, but that's different. It's not for love or integrity or charity, darling. Why, it's their job. Don't confuse me, I think everyone should care about one another. But they don't need to know private things about me. Yes, I can... I can care about someone and not have to know a thing about them. It's quite simple. It doesn't matter what they do. I'll still care about them. No, I don't have to know about it. I like them for who they are. No, not who they represent themselves to be. Of course I know the difference. Some people are so fickle. No depth whatsoever. Some are good eggs. Sometimes, you can just tell. Why, because they are generous. Yes, they do things they don't like sometimes. Charitable. Ok, yes darling, even for people they don't like sometimes. Poor things. There's always an agenda. Caught up in worshipping success. Have you read the manuscript yet?
Hello dear. Kisses. Yes, let's eat, I'm completely starved. I've been eating electrons and living by the light of the screen lately. Yes, I think that's a great choice. Where's the list here? Let's celebrate! Finally, I am a great author. A recognized author. After 5 books I'm getting noticed. What was that magic phrase I used this time? I have a book signing in two weeks. Yes, in Seattle. Yuppy City. They're all yuppies there, you know. I wonder what all these people will have to say. I wonder whether any of them will have actually read the book. Do they know things about me I would rather they didn't know? Will they mention them? It doesn't really matter does it? It's my life. I can do what I think is best for me and everyone else can kiss it. Who are they? They don't know anything about me really. They haven't lived my life. They can't judge because they weren't there. They don't know. Yes, I am divorced. No, I don't have kids. Not by him or anyone else. Darling, I'm not fingering the glass "like that". Contrary to the mad mags, I haven't even had a decent lay with a half-way decent acquaintance in over a year. Would you like some more wine? Really? Why do people have to butt in? I'm a nice person. A good person. I shouldn't have to tell people that. Why do they think I'm such a deviant? Hm? Yes, I'm ready to get out of here too. Let's go to the park. But seriously, where does this involvement come from? I hardly ever talk about myself. I'm a private person. Do what? But that's misleading. If I do something charitable, it should be for me, not to prove to someone else that I'm a good person. Well I know. To be good and charitable are not the same of course. I do things for people. Most of them are so depraved. They think they understand so much. If they want to think I'm a horrible miscreant, then let them. It doesn't bother me. Besides what can I do? But that's just integrity dear. Everyone has that. I shouldn't have to show people I have integrity. Even if I don't always act that way, it doesn't mean I don't have integrity. Why do something I don't want to do to make other people happy? It's not honest. There's no honesty or integrity there. I would just be a yes man... woman. I want to be me. But dear, I do listen to them. I wrote the book. They like it. How would I know that if I wasn't listening? Sit here? No. Over here, it's not as wet here. Come here. Please. I know it's sunny. I like the sun. It's not too hot. It's wonderful. Warmth and wine. Wine and life. Come sit in the sun with me. Alright... I don't suppose I care either way. People do what they will. It's difficult to care really. Nothing ever changes. I have? Have you? That's surprising. But people don't have to change to be good people. Helpful people. When was the last time anyone helped someone else for no reason? When was the last time anyone heard of that? Yes, but that's different. It's not for love or integrity or charity, darling. Why, it's their job. Don't confuse me, I think everyone should care about one another. But they don't need to know private things about me. Yes, I can... I can care about someone and not have to know a thing about them. It's quite simple. It doesn't matter what they do. I'll still care about them. No, I don't have to know about it. I like them for who they are. No, not who they represent themselves to be. Of course I know the difference. Some people are so fickle. No depth whatsoever. Some are good eggs. Sometimes, you can just tell. Why, because they are generous. Yes, they do things they don't like sometimes. Charitable. Ok, yes darling, even for people they don't like sometimes. Poor things. There's always an agenda. Caught up in worshipping success. Have you read the manuscript yet?