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It’s my loss, I twist, and fret (vitriol, plenty of it). It’ll never end. Grunt in the worm room, sell tickets! Pounce on a preppie? Check into it (the institution). It has become quite stale. Picture it, like chantilly lace. Be ethics. It’s in the clover. You cross your own t’s. The black pit, is vacant, the crowd will turn violent. Don’t believe them. No alternatives are left, for us to consider. Get to the icy gulch! I am one wayward soldier. I spent my summer vacation, going to places where I wasn’t wanted. It’s only a painting (on a wall). Exhaustion is a solution. Go talk to her, I dare you. Who knows what the hour will be, when we finally do walk through that door? Go Zion. My feet are dissolving, my life is a flashing light sale. Too narrow of an audience, was aimed for. This is not rape, not yet. I threatened to harm them, they all laughed out loud. Sadness is like a symphony, in three parts. Whatever doesn’t kill us in the meantime, will, in the end. Not with this gut, not now. What was I stammering? The hassles will continue, your dreams will spell it out for you. Everything got all messy, and complicated. He must have been stoned, I mean, my ass is showing. How far astray, we got, somehow. Read anything you want, into it. I’m on drugs that haven’t even been invented, yet. He always used to bring up the people whom I’d long forgotten. Back at the beginning of the punk rock resurgence, I went way into the kiddie pool, without permission. The dust bin of superstars, is full. She used to get things started. I never used to even have, a lap. It looks cool, like a third world flag, how everything was crossed out with different color inks. We’ll cook ourselves. She didn’t want to play, we used to climb mountains and shit. He feels like a fraud, a false shepherd. Everything falls apart, the refrigerator door is just the beginning. Bookstore: high falutin’, smartie pants, assholes! I yelled to Susan from across the street, near where that one bar used to be. The egg said to me, “I’m sick of you, fucker.” They are there. All the apartments were sparsely furnished. All kinds of doors slamming, and mischief. Everybody seemed to be fucking everybody else. People’s heads used to turn, back when she’d yell (my ex-wife). Gimme’ my suitcase. Are you some kind of fucked up, asshole? Don’t pretend that you don’t like it, too. The chicken’s head flew off, during the melee. He was the “man in pink.” He said he didn’t think I heard him right. You can’t come in here with that stuff. A few people felt alternated, a few more, lit cigarettes. We got a bunch of new couches and paintings, for the back. After I went insane for real, is about the time I became an asshole, as well. What do you think of the consistency of our products? Somewhere, in the back, is a list of jobs to be done, on some sheet (it may or may not, be laminated, it really doesn’t matter)… It’s your show, you can do anything, you want. You are… what are you? Don’t ever be ashamed, for fucking yourself! You shouldn’t be in too big of a hurry. Guess who’s in love, now? We used to think, thoughts. Tighten it up, this is how it needs to be. Ha, ha, this is the beginning of everything else. Fame is your own fault. I never dream, I have visions. Oh, it’ll always be complicated… Range off, like the squirrels. Wanna’ buy a yearbook ad, a marital aid, some cashews? Now look, rain ruined the hammock. The slide out into sleep, is beginning, now. He was outed, before he got in. No easy answers? Baby, there ain’t none, whatsoever. Must act consistent (we are all a bunch of phonies). They’ll try to divide you. Go spin around in the barber’s chair. Masculine and feminine powders, and sprays. A toast to all the things that could have been. The bartender came around the bar, quickly. Moss all over the sideyard, barnacles stuck to the side of the boat. Write everyday (twitch). Do the finger twinkle, to attract them to you. Ask the arts and crafts (your cohorts) girls. I wrote too much. Please stop knitting, and listen to me. I’m so weak, insecure and needy (avoid me). Down we go, in a way, like turds. Is that the wind? Do not go gentle. The pool game, was fixed. You go, girl. The clown was solid (slang). Pleats get stared at, on boring winter nights. Things will keep happening, that shouldn’t. Pay extra special attention, from now on. Puzzle boy, is puzzled. It’s like the tolling of the bells. Ache away, then, ache away. We’re strange, in a permanent way. Gotta’ make the change. We used to just sit in the living room, not exactly living. I made monkey noises, for them. See, now, that, has to go into the book, as well. Stock the goddamn shelves, yet again. You, yes, you, must become God, now (at once)! They were only oysters, drug walk thoughts. The spare time, tire, etc. Someone farted, just now. Mad as a hatter, I watch. They are merely getting weird/wired. I won’t forget the part about the Indian squaw, with the tits. All in all, what do we really have, here? You know you’ve got to work (no way). Wicked thoughts, wicked deeds? I don’t know what to do. Who’ll go second? Sweet pants, had sweat pants, on. It was tasty, decent, awesome, darling, excellent. We wanted a challenge. Crawl to the puke pail. It’s like carousel animals, half the time (in dreams). Lynch would’ve loved it. Retina (right?) sketches, like the sky falling in on us. It can’t be put in a book (most everything, that really matters to us, or, at all). She was about as soft pink as they get, she was almost mauve. The only one I loved there, was Athena Rose. Get some paint, and go to work. My factory memories, are all in black and white. Spit on it, to get things started (below). Cousin fuckin’, ain’t right for nobody. The smells of mold and mildew, got me moving. Tooth and nail, get it done. We’re gonna’ straighten out your life. Used postcards for sale, too expensive. One damn fool mouth, is enough. We’re forbidden, for Christ’s sake (take note). We got this old cabinet, cheap. Go counter clockwise. Fingers have gloves, gloves have fingers (use them). Shit in the woods, like that one freak. Can’t get it our way. Get on the detachment, fast track. They doubled the price. Suck it in, if you still can. When it doesn’t go your way, eat beans. The wind whistles, sharp, through the old barn. It’ll just be inserted in. It’s bird feeders, and so on, still. We’re marred by tongues, with bolts in them (causing speech impediments). These are all the materials we need. Forlorn by the pastry case. We enjoy sleeping, reading, walking. The goal might not be met (this is not an option). They don’t believe it, and I don’t care, either. It’ll be a really big deal, each time. I admit that I’m a pervert.
The final act (please, stop). More foo yung, more chop suey? Be full of shit. I can’t live with it, yet. We sit, worry, wonder, etc. Remain opaque, away, out of sight. Slam into the charming, and beautiful. Let’s get it done. It became Spanish, they were from Venus, Chinatown exploded, he lived underneath the porch of the abandoned house. Survive, try to survive, until the next time the rose’s bloom. Rock back and forth, like a maniac. We used to steal, go for the equilibrium (shortly). A few too many addictions, um, I guess. Rely on the unseen, work on it, take out the middle, all of the grocery stores, are closed. A story about a haunted jukebox? Go out to the spot in the yard, where the latrine used to be. Calibrate what must be calibrated. Shut down the means of production. My theme song is like a dirge. My words, fail. Call for directions, beforehand (sit down on the sofa). A little more sentiment, perhaps? Describe what it feels like, to XYZ. She was a pre-teen, sensation. Beg for the rust colored, blight. I used to have all kinds of sensations, pulsations, so on, and so forth. You are “the other,” me. Play the sads songs, we’re a long way from Delaware. The breakdown, is complete. My, what a big, plump ass, you have. Another tenement holiday (take that plaque off of there!). Go to the toy store (aim!). Restore your lawns! Flip zen, over! Wink on, old shaky (horny, and in jail). It’s falling about me, words have mass! Say yes, to sex with sea anemone’s. We’re odd entities, try a fresh lemon roll, a highball, it’s in my head! There’s this thing going on. The truth is, it doesn’t have anything to do with manic-depression (things are not going well). I do not want to ever leave this room. I hope I get over my sick/perverted side, soon (there ain’t no fuckin’ way). Anything but the old Blue Ribbon, and I puke! I’m honestly, so damn happy, that I think I’m miserable. Please, don’t make me do this! Hurry up, the bus is leaving without you. Call toe-tit’s, see who’s there. Whatever it was, could have been. No more managers, meaningless; elbows on the table, meant something, back then. We bought screws, it’s all dropping down (drooping). You never should have let me out of the hospital/jail. Make it work, no matter what. Why didn’t I simply drool, and agree? I ignored my self. Tune that thing, stop that (you know what I mean). I ended up licking the water (see?) off the starting blocks. Perform lapsitting functions, my head doesn’t work, anymore. We collapsed on the shore. How can you stand it? It’s over so fast, that you’d better (fill in the blank, here). Beware thinking that it’s too hard, too much work, etc. we must wear the nice, green dress. Then, some crazy ass vision of Burgess Meredith, shaving! It’s as melancholy as seeing a mortuary vault, above ground, for sale, no less. There are no smiles, there is no knowing. Faith? Please! The methane smells, from the expressway, are what wake us up in the morning. I can’t cry at the wayside, anymore, it’s time to face the facts, it’s over. Climb up into her essense. You gotta’ announce those strange notions. Sure, it’s been a number of years. I saw his name, typed on a piece of paper, in a plastic fishbowl (before). They do not seek the truth (them). Don’t try to speak, when intoxicated. That dude, is dead, man. Some words are missing. I’ve got to turn my entire life around, again. My best days are behind me, and they weren’t so great. Can’t we just be people? The mystery remains unsolved (I did it). The lyrics are skewed, somewhat. The chicken crowed, Aries was unhinged, Pisces, unrelenting. You are so much sweet sunshine. They just used to stare at the cheese slicer. I hear your voice, when I listen to the silence. Check the prices, shift into neutral, sit there. My descriptions are daft, not deft. Peek in some windows, smile at the worms. Sleep wears off (the effects, thereof). Everything that was in the basement, was ruined. Do it, while you still can. Refurbish, refurnish, reinvent, redistribute, close it up, tear it down. Combine the territories (pledge and promise things). We were there, man (just a state of mind). Begin sound, begin sound, please. Inflict, genuflect, wait, fire. Grunt, all the way to the canteen. He knew all of the various flavors. There is nothing on the shelves. Rub the chubby, out (it won’t work). Put it mildly, pin those two together. It came out of my skin, it is not my real hand. Fondle the figlet, learn the wrong way. Don’t go back to Shady’s Club (flashback). They were only nouns, it was mental, I’m absolutely fucked (overweight). Delicate squishing noises, occurred. It’s late at night again, and I don’t know how it happened. I got cocky, and was shot down, put in my place. Rest assured, the shit will hit the fan. Your intelligence will go away, at about the same time as your “big plans.” The audience knows what to expect, at all times. This is no ordinary, fruit and nut mustard. You gave them a little bit more than an inkling. The sights to see, are always just beyond this place. Don’t sit there, just listening. The car is becoming a part of my body. Keep rocking! Lye, the precious commodity. I won’t let my life mean nothing. So many of us, are so unhappy. I ended up hurting myself, bad. The paint just got sucked into the wall, totally. It will all come true (not). I want behavior! The dead will be my guides through the dark. Bells rang constantly, throughout the campus. He mounted her, and thrust. Your and my clue, is to get one. Let us, from this point forward, consider this to be a novel. Some freak, actually tried to sell me weed, in the parking lot. The pervert let his views be known. Worry is tension on top of tension. The time must come, for that, to end. What the hell has happened to the shape of my head? Calls from the unknown coatroom (outside line). His legs ceased to be useful. We need a pet, or something. Snarl at the snarler. It’s a mish mash of whitewashed, and extra strength, truths. They are all convinced that I’m an idiot, anyway. I collapsed, yes, collapsed, over near the service bar. I consumed the grits. Play the guru, like in one of those LSD cartoons, which is a big hint. Ancient knowledge, untrue.
It was rape! Let them, be them, you, be you! I just wasn’t good enough. David (coffee). Tell the tale, scratch some more. Use up all space. Cooperate with who’s destroying you. I am a lost cause, already (don’t let it throw you). Why can’t she piss straight? Act droll, uninterested, then, act like a mini Jesus. Lean into my sex, this is not rape. So much cheese, to be eaten (don’t watch television). The double sided dildo, was used. Jude rolled up, like a pair of socks. I thought I saw a cat in there. Avoid anything that’s “in style.” They sell nothing but cheap candy. The yelling was rhythmic. Pause, and you’re finished. Things that should’ve happened, never did. There are no carbons being made, rest assured. Nothing too peculiar, ever happened (you touched yourself again, didn’t you?). The starch will attract dirt to your shirt. Now, it is undone, like the crinkly walk out to the shed. You have to make it fit together. We are not the people. Humans aren’t capable of doing too many great things. I do not want to eat, any longer. Logic hasn’t served us, very well (in the final analysis, so what?). The thread was cut, severed, clipped, torn, whatever. Blank out, during the pull over. You caused all of this, you. Write about how you quit smoking. I could own you, stop driving by the old school. She seemed to know what I was after. My life isn’t even true. Give the wrong answer, beg, like a child. You have to make it happen. We marched, nobody questioned it. Brain/sense data (ribbed). Bamboozled and hoodwinked, I just wanted to lie down, for awhile. There is no next song, there is no party. The fistfight was re-enacted, poorly. Her spincter could tell solid, liquid, and gas, apart (she informed us). With this, I’ll probably never achieve any real success. Make the most of it, while you can. There aren’t any more candles (at all). Be fond of your destitution (they tell us). Defeat is inevitable, these days. The stars are still up there, but sometimes, they fall. Fuck the dialectic. This is not a resum, per se, it’s more of a calling card. My books, “aren’t right for their publishing program.” My mind is a leotard, being spun around on a hanger, used as a makeshift wind sock, as it were. A toast, to the American myth, of forward momentum. They just don’t give us a chance. Sleep is like death’s bookmark. The gentle nudge, is really a hard shove. Her thighs were wide apart, which caused me to drop my pencil, brought out action, emotion, change, mutability. If only blah, blah, blah. No external world, so, hump the Neanderthal woman, vomit, seek help. The railroad ties, are gone. Oh, so I’m like him(?), hmmm. Clean the glass, even if there is no glass to clean. Do a better job of plugging in the blanks. You’ve got to sand, with, the wood grain. Stroll through the graveyard, look for a reason to live. It was like being fondled, underneath a bridge. The room isn’t grey enough. Piss off the wrong people, even if your skill sets, are lacking. All the beauty in the world, and there is a lot, is tainted, and made ugly, by all that isn’t. It will culminate (growth, stops). Apologies, to all offended. Let’s end this (over and over, again). Take it out, then, asshole! Girls who do it (plugging, plunging, plowing).