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   From: noemail@here.invalidd   
      
   "Will Dockery"  wrote in message   
   news:2347fd9e-c664-4b9f-aa12-56afae21cd06@i76g2000hsf.googlegroups.com...   
   On Oct 12, 7:49 am, the14thdisciple wrote:   
   > On Oct 12, 6:49 am, "Orson Wells as CitizenCain" wrote:   
   >   
   > > > You brag about being an *English Major*,   
   >   
   > > I don't brag about it, but yes, I was, and yes, I have the degree and   
   > > the   
   > > job, unlike you, who has nothing besides an unreadable scribbled   
   > > signature   
   > > on the back of a piece of cardboard, the front of which says WILL WRITE   
   > > POEMS FOR FOOD.   
   >   
   > yes, Issent it horrible that sombody should write what they feel   
   > WITHOUT haffing wasted years at school learning to do it propperley,   
   > Mr. Arson? i Think mister Dockery shouldst be ASHAMED of himself for   
   > achieveing better-than-average results and NOT haffing a bit of paper   
   > off of sombody else what says he CAN.   
   >   
   > mister Dockery, PLEASE do NOT write ANYMOAR songs until a Joint   
   > Metriculation Board hafe CERTIFIED yoar ability - yoar Lyrics USED to   
   > make sense to me, but since mister Assron pointed out you are   
   > COMPLEATELY INQUALIFIED i suddenly fined yoar stuff to be a jumble of   
   > chords and words what i find totally incabable of hearing propperly!   
   >   
   > love From 14   
      
   Heh... and never mind the fact that the "college boy" Orson can't   
   write his way out of a paper sack.   
      
      
   Duckery, what I write is published on a *daily basis* with *thousands*   
   reading what I write. The best *you* can do is create your shitty little   
   "poems" for a Play-doh(tm) "magazine" that can barely register on Google's   
   radar. Stop acting all jealous, it only makes you look stupid and crazier.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)