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Luc-Francis

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"Surely there is not another language that is so slipshod and systemless, and so slippery and elusive to the grasp. One is washed about in it, hither and thither, in the most helpless way; and when at last he thinks he has captured a rule which offers firm ground to take a rest on amid the general rage and turmoil of the ten parts of speech, he turns over the page and reads, "Let the pupil make careful note of the following exceptions." He runs his eye down and finds that there are more exceptions to the rule than instances of it. So overboard he goes again, to hunt for another Ararat and find another quicksand. Such has been, and continues to be, my experience. Every time I think I have got one of these four confusing "cases" where I am master of it, a seemingly insignificant preposition intrudes itself into my sentence, clothed with an awful and unsuspected power, and crumbles the ground from under me. For instance, my book inquires after a certain bird -- (it is always inquiring after things which are of no sort of consequence to anybody): "Where is the bird?" Now the answer to this question -- according to the book -- is that the bird is waiting in the blacksmith shop on account of the rain. Of course no bird would do that, but then you must stick to the book. Very well, I begin to cipher out the German for that answer. I begin at the wrong end, necessarily, for that is the German idea. I say to myself, "Regen (rain) is masculine -- or maybe it is feminine -- or possibly neuter -- it is too much trouble to look now. Therefore, it is either der (the) Regen, or die (the) Regen, or das (the) Regen, according to which gender it may turn out to be when I look. In the interest of science, I will cipher it out on the hypothesis that it is masculine. Very well -- then the rain is der Regen, if it is simply in the quiescent state of being mentioned, without enlargement or discussion -- Nominative case; but if this rain is lying around, in a kind of a general way on the ground, it is then definitely located, it is doing something -- that is, resting (which is one of the German grammar's ideas of doing something), and this throws the rain into the Dative case, and makes it dem Regen. However, this rain is not resting, but is doing something actively, -- it is falling -- to interfere with the bird, likely -- and this indicates movement, which has the effect of sliding it into the Accusative case and changing dem Regen into den Regen." Having completed the grammatical horoscope of this matter, I answer up confidently and state in German that the bird is staying in the blacksmith shop "wegen (on account of) den Regen." Then the teacher lets me softly down with the remark that whenever the word "wegen" drops into a sentence, it always throws that subject into the Genitive case, regardless of consequences -- and that therefore this bird stayed in the blacksmith shop "wegen des Regens."There are ten parts of speech, and they are all troublesome. An average sentence, in a German newspaper, is a sublime and impressive curiosity; it occupies a quarter of a column; it contains all the ten parts of speech -- not in regular order, but mixed; it is built mainly of compound words constructed by the writer on the spot, and not to be found in any dictionary -- six or seven words compacted into one, without joint or seam -- that is, without hyphens; it treats of fourteen or fifteen different subjects, each inclosed in a parenthesis of its own, with here and there extra parentheses which reinclose three or four of the minor parentheses, making pens within pens: finally, all the parentheses and reparentheses are massed together between a couple of king-parentheses, one of which is placed in the first line of the majestic sentence and the other in the middle of the last line of it -- after which comes the VERB, and you find out for the first time what the man has been talking about; and after the verb -- merely by way of ornament, as far as I can make out -- the writer shovels in "haben sind gewesen gehabt haben geworden sein," or words to that effect, and the monument is finished."
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My Interests

Languages, Music, Writing, Photos, Eyes, Movies, Elbows, Lame insults and come backs, Girls, Babies, Akward people, Pens

I'd like to meet:

AIM = Chantezmoisvp

All the scrapes, all the cuts, all the dog bites and muggings, all those falls, all the cat scratches, all the fights, the broken glass, all the girls, the bricks that landed on my face, or my face landed on, all the road rash, the swollen blind eyes I've had and those split knuckles, the ladders that fell, the ice that sliced my knee and crushed my arm, the piercings, the surgeries, the paper cuts, the knives, the fires, the car crashes and cracked bottles, thin metal. Look at everything I've earned.
Look at these pretty things you can never never take away, my scars.

I like to think home is a prettier word.

The way I can tell if I like girls: If I punch them in the face, they get back up and punch me back. Twice.

Porch Notes:
Stop apologizing, they will tell you if you're wrong when they want to. If they don't, you know they're wrong. But never say sorry.

Put a period after my name to stop it.

Poetry is everything you thought could, should, has, and will, and have forgetten. It's everthing you can't touch that's pretty.

I'm going to push "play" and let go.

Smash me back into myself.

I would like to show you the sky today.

I like your shoes, and your pretty face.

I imagined that I saw the last glances of her face drip out of that bottle. I never saw here again after that, at least not as I used to. The saddest thing is I was probably the one who changed; she was probably just being honest.

Who I'd like to meet? Someone who can smoke like Gods watching and blow it in his face.

You can read one language and listen to another. You can solve the worlds hardest math, and sing an opera. Everyone will say "impressive", but no one will be immpressed. That's why we're all crazy, us, the "impressive ones".

I need to find a person who is completely unregulated; just to talk - or marry...whatever.

"Be exactly who you are, not who you know."

This is my language, not the one I learned.

I have a pen - fear that, not me.

We would be free if not the need for safety; and for that we sacrfice much. He who fears will never fight, and thus is doomed to rest in that ghostly shadow of safety, and thus he is normal.

What is man if he does not shed blood at the smallest of tasks?

I write my walls.

Music:

Bright eyes, Sparta, At the drive in3, The Mars Volta3, Hot Hot heat, MSI, Nirvana, Postal service, Radiohead, The Cure, Pixies, Red hot Chili's, Fischerspooner, Eels, Bjork, q and not u, The early november, BloodBrothers3xforever, Beatles, Danny Elfman, The Who, The Doors, Dresden Dolls 333, The Rentals, Death Cab, No Doubt, The Distillers, Cursive, Cake, Dntel, Sublime , The Annerversary, The Killers, David Bowie 3 A ferrt named polo, Rant Music, two stars burning sun, Placebo, Belle and Sebastian, q and not u, The faint(some), Pedro.

Movies:

Fight Club, Snatch, Love me if you dare, Death to Smoochy, Fight club, Rushmore, Napolean Dynamite, and Fight club.

Books:

1984, The Fountainhead, Neverewhere, Brave New World, Animal Farm, Clockwork Orange, Le mur, The Catcher in the Rye, Can you hear bird?

My Blog

I, sir, am Luc. And I, sir, am a dumbass.

Yes friends, that is correct.  I, Lucas, do here by freely admit that I am completely and utterly retarded.  You see, I recently went to my friend Mario's house to use his computer and click...
Posted by Luc-Francis on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST