Learn to spell, and punctuate, properly (note to self). We would rather worry about death, than life, in other words, money. Try something wonderful. We fell for it…again. In the throes of an epileptic fit, I documented the third parties absense. Was it a girl? The festival was ruined. This one, will be eaten, too. The right hair, is a long way off. You are almost there, continue. There was no now, then. I like the death threats, they show that I’m doing something right. It’s like the serenity prayer. Find the scissors. We’d like to try being dead, but be able to turn back into what we are. Be psychology/philosophy. I spill on myself, constantly. The Rickman changed ownership. Just about everything in my life is out of control (always). They poured beer on my grave (in the future). It was embarrassing to read my writing in front of the class. They build incredible and elaborate starships out of tin foil, and toilet paper rolls. It was a conspiracy, but I didn’t mind. He’ll never stop drinking. Too much of the same old thing. To him, all of that, just happened. It’s only a hull, that’s all that’s left. She told me not to keep living around here. Six becomes two. There are no laws, really. He fell down on the dance floor, and did not move. Go to where the pussy is. Waltz into the mist, like Ebenezer. It’s just like last time. We have the same cause(s). I really should’ve studied harder in math. Please don’t tell me what to do, anymore. With the dog in a stroller, I set out for downtown. Yeah, I’m more than half done, but what does it matter? We wanted a blowout, with drugs, call girls, the works. Who’s gay? I’m not going to let it happen, that way. Other people used to ask, and find things out, over there. They played volleyball, just two doors away! I know for a fact that I’m not going to get rich selling vitamins, for you. It’s my real name, asshole. Nobody misses “great literature” (double meaning). Did I already mention how sick I was of these cheap, fucking cigarettes? Twenty three, becomes thirty one, when no one is looking. We’re sick and tired of that. Such a wide variety of bagels. Hungry for wet snatch, we acted latin. Sabotage has already been attempted so many times, that it doesn’t matter. The temptress couldn’t dance, and her underwear didn’t fit. It was a dream of a particular part of town. It just won’t do, it needs a shot in the arm, of something. It was manic precision. We listen to the wrong shit, wear the wrong clothes… Be everywhere, become tumolt, become naked, at once. Try to call up, toe-tits (disconnected). There is a burning beneath me, no more humor. Dinky got a nip and tuck. Your company is nothing more than a thinly disguised vanity press. Zero returns, high rates and fees, greed, secrecy. We asked for sales figures! I was in that, somewhere. It was a noise band. I worked very hard for my frantic insanity. If it weren’t for the glad hands given, how would we have known? You’re gonna’ have a flavor? What did they do during prohibition? We’re being difficult, just to be it. No, they only seemed to be in their underwear. Stabilize the howling chaos, out there. Get a job, selling office furniture. The map was as meaningful as buying tires. It was like a superstar porn party, for a month (total). We walked down abandoned industrial roads. Whatever it was, it was old. All of the industry, left! They add up pretty quick. The dead frog effect. Blow me. Hopefully, by next year at this time, I’ll be rich and famous. It could go either way (oh, dear). Join the nurses! I’m going to forget the garbage (again). We got pretty bitter, when we quit smoking. I want, more than anything, to see the historical records. Will was worried about Hillary. I’m as tired as you are. So? It will pulse for a few days, yet. Hang on for luck (to the barbed wire). Nobody thought to move it. There weren’t as many people, why would there be more? People are constantly offending me, and I’m powerless to fight back. All I can think about, is Kalamazoo (after years of never, thinking about it). We just don’t have the time, or energy, anymore (multiply this by millions). Register the shiney. They keep tearing things down. The publishing company assholes, pissed in my face. No more damn, “baby talk.” More election year, nonsense… They were right about me. We visited a hardware store (three dumbshits in a car). There were better places. It was a restaurant, upstairs. I don’t know what Henry Miller has to do with this, or my life, anymore. It changes everything (or tries to). They weren’t warehouses, they were vacant buildings. My mechanism is useless. You had to have money to live there (that’s a lie). That hippo must have shit in the kiddie pool. Watch who’s picture you keep in your wallet. Goddamn Saginaw! Hoot like an owl, you remember. Oh, they took all the farms away. They stole the seats out of the car. I made the newspapers, with that little incident. I smoke more than ever, last time, and put it back in, again. Form an asparagus alliance. They rented out rooms. Honk at a fool (we know not, what we’re doing).
I refuse fame, I flat out, will not accept it. You went and had kids? Deal with the deficit. Don’t you know that you’re needed at home? I never listened to a word they said. She went along with everything she did (you must remember everything). It would’ve been so easy (always past tense). The agenda, always (anarchy again). Let’s make an Ann Arbor trip, Birdie. You’ve got to live (why?)! There was a particular smell in the vicinity around the chemical company. Somehow, I know exactly where it was. We get little chuckles, here and there. You’ve got to be one, of the one in a million’s. There was a fire, very late at night. All of our hobbies, dispersed, as if to/by, the wind. What else? This is a short one. They didn’t seem to like the lost. Out the windows, we’d leap. Obsession, all the time, for as far back as I can recall. I’m gonna’ seduce you by falling down in your kitchen. You gotta’ pound that dent out on the side. They had a pretty clean house. Everything she wrote, was stellar. Don’t be a bitch! We contemplated the oak counter, reading material. This is still around, isn’t it? Someone said that they saw me there. Now, my cheeks are like a chipmunks. Don’t worry what other people think of you, ever again. I liked looking old, until it happened. We did a little too much investigating, and not enough studying. Shovel, with your gloves on. What else is gone forever, from the middle of this? I dare you to eat the chocolate car. Every step, at the right time (how to get up the stairs). We attempted to whistle, the whole way through. I have got to find out, at all costs. What did it used to be like, around there? Scratch the mysterious bump. It’s all got to be changed. Oh, grimace. It puts me to sleep, consistently, this. Writing? You’ll get dizzy, too (Lucretious). My reflection appeared to be oiled. Oh, they had gasoline. They wouldn’t put a dime into the stores. Are you (you’re not)? Listen to the squeel. Oh, Chicago. The nature of things, unknown. She gave head, freely, and very well. We assumed that we’d meet again (falsely). It’s poison. Keith wasn’t there, either. I’m in the trailer, due to circumstances beyond my control. Drink the milk that comes out of her tits, while it still does. Hot box fuckin’, for everybody, always. Into the clover, to find a four leaf. I tired to think of it as home, but it was impossible. The tricks, didn’t work. All the things we did, were never done at the right time. Everything takes too long. There was a community, I just didn’t see it. A lot of people still used clotheslines. No fees, not here. You must have known more than anybody. It’s grey hair and partial thoughts, from now on. No commas before the parentheses. There wasn’t much of anything, was there? I used to smoke everywhere. Clean up, fill the bird feeder, chase the raccoon’s from the garbage. I am a dork, my lips are swollen. Rub the stroke through, to the end. Too many repetitions, dot the landscape, that is, this book. I don’t ever want to work anywhere, ever again! I drank my own urine, out of that vase (broken). We only like to have sex alone, by ourselves. Try to feel a lot sadder. Chalk it up to experience. The only friends I’ve ever had, have been government agents, investigating me. Le’ts get something done. Stop being delicate, nothing can be, ultimately, understood. Let’s see, am I going to “behave” this evening? What’s that on the end of your pencil. Then, I lost my keys in the graveyard. Despite us, there it is. It’s never the way you think it was gonna’ be. Oh, that beautiful wooden chair. It will never end (at least we know). The book had puke all over it (Immanuel Kant). We got into another scenario. It was all a bunch of code talk, about paths, and patterns. Death is the way it is, no, we’ll never get used to it. He had another excruciating attack, or fit. I wasn’t praying in the restaurant. Bug boy and “baby,” moan on, in stereo. The house is an ash can grey, but those beautiful wood floors… Do you like to see people being hurt, and humiliated? Eight! I don’t know how he did it, but he did. They make me think I’m drunk, when I’m not even drinking (the rooming house bitches). Is this a crutch, is it all bullshit? It’s already becoming undone. We’re depraved, unusual, tight, fresh, etc. As for high school memories, don’t bother. You’ll lose your dreams, too. Don’t fuss, now. The joy of editing, is a subtle one (just throw the words down). We’ll take you right to the hospital. Are you committing crimes, on your days off? This predates that, it just came to mind. Blitz a duodenum (never). Chuck was nuts, nothing else. I think we used to get drunk, too often. On the wrong side, every single time. It’s an old fashioned, round up! You never think not to put it in. Read the inner workings of tree’s, determine their ages. Help me! It something, something, something. Dare I mix up the old, with the new? Fame is like those masks that they put on crazy people, who bite. It was a department store! He choked to death on his own semen. Call it an awakening! They’ll document your fall from grace, too. Surmise a sample answer. By now, I should have more of a grasp. The two girls were exactly the same (twins). I can’t stop writing, no matter how hard I try, it’s like a train off the rails. It smells like a church, around here. Act your way out of the paper bag. Don’t mention the brand names of the toys. There was something about something else, in here. I picked up the twigs one day. The bugs became confetti. Factor in the fractions, you son of a bitch! You lied to me (why am I shocked by this?)! What should be our next step? Go to the ice cream social (high).
