Things have a tendency to overlap. The hot wax dried slowly, in her belly button. Somewhere along the line, I started thinking the wrong thoughts. Nothing is simple/easy. I resisted for as long as I could. Blankets and meat rubs, signs and oceans; we are the last to be able to tell. As a defense, I became very dull and boring. The hat is under the piano. What is all of this? This is what idleness, feels like. I could think up more things to write down, but, why? They kicked me out of the charity event. Flutter, like they do. I fucked Margaret, like she was somebody else, entirely. Let’s wait and see, where I end up. They are only interested in the bottom line, they are only in it, for themselves. Snake me, shame me, slime me (thank you). They used to like to stand around the room. This is what we are going to do… This is the worst stage of them all (like the smell of burning steel wool). Slide into the radio. We might just hate the rich and famous. Up fourteen, back to zero (or, losing ground). All of this mischief, for no good reason. This is from before all the rest of it. We are wrong, too often. All they ever seemed to do, was “get baked.” Vittle, you better skittle! Think too much, about last year’s county fair. Try to bounce, more softly. It’s almost as if I inhaled something, out of a can. We gave it a proper burial, out by the rusted out, lawn mower. There was some sort of problem, with the paragraphs. He could buy the salon, now. Trot out to the garden party, without any clothes on. I, like it, they, will not! Then, the breathing stopped (party’s over). The coffee went down the sink drain, like blood. It’s like Radio Free Nebraska (almost). Do we live, or just exist? Wood, has the power to talk to me! They made it into a huge video store! There are certain feelings, in some places, not others. I created a new beginning, middle, and end, but they won’t be implemented. Amir, was a mirror, of a certain type. Clang along, this is the oily section. The foundry is what the foundry is, not so, with us. In the middle of the dance floor, was an old, broken down, lawn mower. This is a sharp cut, into my dullness. Sick of the cunt/money/rubber chase, all I want, is out. People seem to be aware that I am a man in a great deal of trouble. I’ve learned not to, want to. We showed up (la, de, da). Begin the begun, finish it. They want you to be very tired. Keep away from the railing. The secrets, are going to continue to be kept from the likes of us. I did some strange things to her, with a spoon. Seven years, and out. You won’t catch me singing any hymns. Repress a free spirit, boycott all those bastards. There are no keys in my possession, to unlock any of these mysteries. My skills are a little rusty (I never had any skills). It don’t matter, no how… It’s as if we were gay (monstrous, boiled, enthusiastic, wicked, charmed). Don’t you start acting like a fairy, again! The brain fever, holds us all back. The family of mechanized plush toys, all seemed to march in unison. You went too far, and blew it… The caramel is inside my ass. The fresh air, corrupts us. Spin out of their range. Things remain a little bit too constant. Many died last year, more will die this year. Clap your way to better health. So, say you? At the end of the day, it’s just not good enough. Nothing quite like this exists, for a good reason. Just make sure that you snap, in the right way. You’ll be put into the grave, just like the rest of us. Have some sex, don’t just wait to die (so solemn). Scope out the lust objects, be unable to resist. I won the Yugoslavian Young Poets Prize, 1987. Soon, I will be even less. My porno novel was rejected by 69 publishers (I left it at that). I gave up on life, but, for some reason, it didn’t give up on me. When he wants to be homosexual, he becomes homosexual. She probably hasn’t even started yet. It doesn’t get any easier. You’ll see, if you look (which you must). I guess he got his hair cut in our version of Soho. We do what we shouldn’t, and ignore what’s got to get done. This is what it’s like to be drunk, for too damn long. There were no last words, there usually aren’t. Light out into the night, armed. She wasn’t singing loud enough, it seemed. What drives us crazy the most, is not being able to be ourselves. Move around a lot, the show is over. Fill up the empty spaces with words, and forget it. You ruined me, financially. It is not yet fashionable to be this way, whichever way this, is. We can’t help missing the way things used to be. Infected with gangrene, these wounds aren’t going to heal. There was some peculiarity in regards where the props were placed. We’re watched, they know about the XXX movies. The new wave vingettes are forgotten, forgettable. We can never grasp the whole of it. Sitting there, is no better than sitting here. The sentences are for the most part, insane. I forgot all about George. I’ve lost my ability to truly love, entirely. We must all help ourselves. Whatever it is, it’s very strong. It’s like a gift that you’ve never received. Over and over, “parking, two dollars.” Survival, is impossible. More, cannot be made of this. Eliminate all pleasure from your lives.
Get a gigantic, plexiglass apple. You are becoming some kind of Mr. Celery, person. Those were my shirts, ruined and stained, on your laundry line. I could twist it off, or flick a switch. We flourish and wither, the marvelous, is elsewhere. For myself, the miracle of being, faded away a long time ago, but I was glad to see it go. Quit touching yourself by looking at high school yearbooks. I was a loser, on some psychic mind type, cruise control, and I just got through it. I saw them running into the garage, only the bold would stare this weirdo down. Abstract your fear, and ignorance, into money making opportunities. It was just like a supermarket, they were ex-baseball coaches, in drag. Sex is not quite, real. Every bill comes due. Mentor, this! Out asshole, the assholes (play the game). This may not have any value, but neither does that. Mumble into the hereafter, cold and aloof, lucky to even be there. The clitoris chronology, was one person’s journey through hell. This is the wrong kind of chewing, wobble out, as if drunk, to where the oak tree used to be. The most boring people, appear to be the most exciting. We even tried aerobics, nothing worked. My hospital stay was brief, but everybody knew about it. I sustained some injuries, and couldn’t even get into the damn barrel. They used to get high and just stare at the beads and needlework, for hours. They only used to give me jobs that I wouldn’t screw up. I puked down into the bleachers, people pretended not to see. Get those goddamn caroler’s, out of the bushes. They did what they were supposed to, some of us, didn’t. I used the comb, in ways that are illegal. Now, you see it, then, you didn’t. He was riding around on the luggage thing, at the airport. Squeeze out an orgasm! There are going to be a lot of people, who you just won’t like (and, who won’t like you). Most of us, just aren’t going to make it. Sign into your blank foolishness. They used to come in and check on me, I was a walking, goddamn disaster. Some things, you never live down. I meant for it to be, more. Reminisce, until you cringe. It’s about being very tired. No hope, no will, no feeling, no nothing. Life will school you, aplenty. Longing to be able to see straight, again. Rock on, motherfuckers. It’s all so lame, contrived, we should’ve stayed in Waukesha. My body is on my soul, crooked, baby, set me straight. Try to predict cause and effect. I’ll sour the room, when I darken your door (some party). Sit on your hands and play with yourselves. Oedipus fucked Electra. No, I’m not losing control, honey, it’s lost. Where is Jessica going? Yeah, I thought I was going to be an astronaut, too. My hatred supersedes me, possesses me. The strip joint hard on’s, get soft, fast. Be a blip on somebody’s radar. Ignore the Sabbath, fuck Beth, don’t accept what happens, have guilt and regrets, say something wrong. This is like reading some mental patients diary, I’m sure. The fish market is busy, it’s the cause of the mayhem. Bring on the metal, the heft is perplexing. Dive head first, into the ditch full of water, lie to the medical examiner. The truth will destroy us all. Every other town, a legion hall, but not this one. Man, I can’t even naturally swing my own arms. Ignore ontology, or else. I dread, at forty one years of age. You are my wife, I want your body (only). It may very well be in upwards of a thousand pages. Make manifest your ruin. Think it over. We’re addicted to the things that we don’t know we’re addicted to. What will we do? We don’t think. Tuesday bit me on the balls, one can only imagine what Sunday, will do. These gargantuan difficulties of late, can’t just be gotten over. Total terror causes a different kind of orgasm. Decisions were undone. We work too hard, for too little reward. Don’t play in the street, kitty. So, we repeat ourselves. It is time to die (but not just yet). Not a smile for weeks, nor a word to say. Rise to the occasion, as the days flit, by unconsciously. It’s still not good enough. Last year was yellow, this year is green. I cannot go with you, tomorrow. Shuffle papers. A few mistakes were made during manic phases. You’re not going to tell me who I can fuck. The sounds went in reverse, then, disappeared. There used to be more. You did what you did, to me. Look at what they did to her! I felt my own womanly tits. In he whose lines and thunder, are stolen? People we don’t even know, are haunting us. I can’t account for the last couple of years. Feel the terror of being. To say the least, it’s extremely boring. Take out his eyes. The cheese was finely sliced. I know of all the horrible things that you have done. It’s a real, live horse (it’s lame). Pay very close attention. The stiffness seems to be getting worse. How can we still care? We’re devoured, as you know. We used to be more impressionable. I’ve long since worn out my welcome. The goal must be to help people. I’ll be your mincement. It gets to be too much. A little joy can offset some of the sadness. Make yourselves free. We were lucky to make it home at all, that night. My mind is as gone as the rest of me. A year can be like that, as opposed to this. Children will continue to be born. It’s taking over. Always with the lonely ride home. Maybe they are reading my mind in the wrong way. He didn’t feel the least bit strange. For a long time, I was afraid. It’s hard for me to believe that she isn’t in the other room. It was/is, copyright infringement. A different life for living, has got to come around sometime. Oh, the humanity (lost). I ran my fingers through my hair. I ended up, prematurely. Too much talk of love. The pen dries up, it’s over. Talons tore into my soft flesh. At least I don’t have to worry about seeing cardboard cut-outs of myself, in those stores that sell balloons. There isn’t much we can do about it. AC/DC?
Where is our baby-boo-boo? What comes out of our heads is unstoppable. Today is tomorrow, twice removed. Try to do what you can’t. Is there some psychic around? Vittle, no. Hugs were inappropriate. Apparently, she didn’t need any help. We’re back at the Hi-Lo Bar. Too much dioxen, or something. Let it come out later. They are all wasted. Keep it decent (it’s like secret saccharin). Know the backhoe, totally. I howled out, “evil.” Every day, it gets worse. I can’t stand being poor, anymore. All my plans are in with the dust. I don’t care for it (this thing, life). Shut the asshole, up (glue it). Shatter the flavor of the month pendant. It must be in the same key (no idea, what this means). Do want, cut it, ouyt… Go over there, with some pants on. Put that thing about the worm back in. Plenty of room. Everything seems fine, on the surface of things. To be frank, fuck Broadway! Celibately, drive onward. Our secrets are always obvious to others. This country is a country to flee from. Wash it out, shake it off, forget it. You’ll confound the rest of it. We did the Baja California, foolishness. Max and Eugene met Thomas Merton. Nobody was home. Someone said she lived on Fairfax. The pavement made me stare at it, blushing. The book is about not living up to your potential. Cheap as a pixel, as intoxicating as champagne. Don’t put up with their shit. I need some good transitional paragraphs. The forms don’t match up with reality. Rig up an apparatus. He tries to make love to his sisters stuffed animals. My criminal record has become quietly, quite extensive. It isn’t about acorns. Totally broke (again), doing cartwheels, can’t take a hint. They were looking at her. Go get Santa. Our prayers say a lot about us. Flip the tape over (symbolically speaking). I stormed off, in the wrong direction. There are a lot of ways your life could go, from here. Agony, is being prolonged. Meet Al. It led up to it’s apex. I’ll see her again, someday. Flip through the notebook. This is sort of like the “surprise,” in the chocolate egg. I don’t want to write about asparagus. Nothing but constant arguments. It was like the last leukemia kiss. Vivaldi will have to wait until after the break. The double talk was radial, indiscriminate. Try to prove it (anything). I did all of this, because I know that there isn’t going to be a next time. Thursday was devoted to thinking about swans on the lake. In the peanut fields, things take on a different shade, or hue. He did a wonderful square dance. Look for my third book, The Book of Souls, in bookstores, this August. The vultures know when you’re really dead. Fall freely into the pitch. They won’t miss us. I could feel my life being taken from me. Who broke the toilet? There isn’t enough room! All I want, is her. The infinite loops take a long time to get through. Meaning is no such thing. Moaning could be heard from the basement. Idiot face (urinating). On our lovers haunches; ibid, pp232. I wound up being unusable. Know who in the fuck you are. Our fertility was called into question. We would have been perfect for one another. It’s trademarked. Go into the former, with gusto! Back into the house, she went. You are pompous, belligerant. A broken phonograph, that only plays records backwards. Look for a future (good luck). Come (um)! You could smell the incense all the way down the driveway. Be who you are, nobody else. A mule kicked my head off. Get into it, whatever it is. The sky is not really blue. It couldn’t be… The blood clots, and stops the bleeding, eventually. It isn’t really true, nothing is. A smattering of applause. It all goes to sod. Madness can drive you wild. What are we, fools? It’s so induced. Torture is so much like sex. We need incentives. Chance laughter, chalk outlines, senseless, unspoken rules. Pretty, pretty. This isn’t going to work. The odds were never in our favor. You’ll see me, there. We were going to make techno albums with those horrible shrieks. If you let them, they’ll… I have to get out of this head, and into another. It’s the same thing on the other side. The silence of death is overwhelming. We’re only acquainted with our own ideas. It’s dragonfly’s, and cold steel coils, now. Be more disciplined in your writing. Florida, the penis. When our wills become like sieves, the whole world is unveiled. They did it in the car. Standing room only, at the gladiator pit, tonight. Try something taboo! Use a wrench, Bubba. The average person, is average. Is it up to us, the ideas that we have? Don’t forget Alaska. Will you awaken? She got her hair done. There was poop in there? Have you found the inner, other? Whatever happened to that selfish bastard? We’re not capable of certainty. No more stripping. Nothing is binding. A couple of years (pigeon eggs). The lips were parted, ever so slightly. Put the womans clothing on. We were all crazy. It looked like a coat hanger (it was). Our insignificance is what drives us on. I can’t take another bad year. When the termites reach my spinal column (we’ll fuck). What I said would happen, happened. Do you know the secrets of the skies? I’d rather that, but I’ll take this. The world, in itself, is a figure! The oar in water appears to be bent. It may be finished. We’re groovin’, with new dice. It was a lucky turn for the worse. There was a serious attempt made on my life. The flowers communicated their conciousness to me. Give us an opa!
