(obviously not really)
and find myself at a loss.how to start?
where to begin?
i hear Aristotle arguing with Freud about catharsis.
bloodshed and ejaculate ensue.
(the previous sentence contains two nouns, the second of which suffers from a long "a" sound in its more-frequent usage as a verb.
if it were French - like the nobleman - i would spell it ejaculàte.)
but this is beside the point.
the point is that this type of bawdy unproductive ramblingness is exactly what i'm hoping to prevent in my class...
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i returned, feeling not unlike Jake after his final fight with Sugar Ray:
the blood.
the masochism.
the ropes against the skin.
the clever brutality of the camera.
he called last night and told me his woes.
i told him i heard little left of his life save the narration.
the bouts lost before the bell.
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