An Existential Commentary on Post-Modernism

Not really. I just thought that sounded like a good title for this post. Makes me sound profound and filled with angst. I am filled with angst by the way. Lots of it. Angst, angst, angst. Hmmm, that's a funny word. Too many consonants. Poor little angst. He's confused and mixed up and looks like he lost a few letters along the way. No wonder he's unhappy and frustrated with the world. I can see why teenagers identify with him. Because, these days, teenagers don't know how to spell. So they look at a word like angst and to them it makes sense. Especially if they're dyslexic...then angst becomes stang. Which isn't a word. But they don't know grammar so they think stang is the past tense of sting, as in "the bee stang me." And if they're from East Texas that's how it would sound when they say it anyway. "The other day I got stang by a warsp." That's how they say wasp. Warsp. Oh, and they warsh clothes. Then they wrench 'em in water. That's "rinse" for those of you who aren't fluent in East Texan. It's a dying language...soon to follow the path already trod by Latin. Of course people mourn the death of Latin. I think there will be a party when East Texan is extinct. Like the dinosaurs, except different.

A prize to the person who can correctly identify the above form of literature. :)