Pushing on a Rope

My English teacher once told me I butcher the English language, but I could go far.  

I am about to attain a degree in engineering.  I drink, I smoke, and I have not read in years.

Shit I should of listened to him.  Hemingway would himself be impressed.  Although I don’t want the fame that leads to offing myself.  Do note that he had a condition others had something else.

I often think that I should write more, but I don’t since I have a tendency to stray.  All I have ever wanted is to be listened to just like these other poor souls that have long be dead.

Engineering is even worse so I must hate myself in some way.  The modern era is built upon about 200 to 300 years of pencil biting.  Before that the Romans knew of channels, columns, and arches.  Triangles and the like are short falls building our diverse existence of meaningless things.

Fuck me I want to live and do things like everyone else.