I “just can’t,” do, way too many, things. I’m just flipping through the pages, in a vain/vague, hope. Your frustration, is about as normal, as normal goes. As one wakes, another, goes to sleep. The billboard, lectured me, at length. And in the end, will sound, even more, hollow. The sinking, is a big part of it. About now, solar systems, are colliding, with one another. The fears, must be overcome, at all costs. Walk in, like a robot, to the bar, very few mammals, wear shirts, indeed. I just saw it (the secret Santa)! Rest assured, that the sincere, aren’t. Tsk-tsk. Baby, don’t kill the kids. She is certain, she could fill, any number, of available, roles. We don’t like, to be. They are famous, for no reason, their claims, are true. There are stipulations, to dying, too? Can’t we all, just adjust, to the new retirement home, staff? My leg, made me kick, the garbage can. We will not allow this testing, to continue. The spotlights, led to a shopping center, opening. Dumb people, make smart people, stupid. In dim light, everybody, looks just, super-duper. Toss off, to the potted plants, astronomically, small. Should I drive around, going nowhere, again? Every day, the toll booths, take in millions. Brag about…Put mustard, on a bun, eat it. This is a great beginning, to…end, with. There are many, second hand, products, to be sold. Forget all about the lost, squeaky toys. It’s such an easy thing, but it never, ever, works out, that way. Try a different tactic? It takes more than bad luck, to…She does not want to talk, to you. Goodness, my spine, is upside-down. Please send a copy, to Bob. Don’t stop, in the parking lot. Test positive, our point of view, minimizes the risk. I just want to finish this. How about basements, infested with snakes? Free associative, verse, yells, in your own face. Discriminate against squirt, squirts? Feel, zero. Write anything, anywhere, for anyone, hit the lever. In case of emergency, beliefs, are tools, we use, for interacting with the world, the wrong tools. My genetic defect, causes freakish weather. Break a piece of equipment. Who is here, now? Just because our evolution, stopped, don’t give up, giving off, that heat. We have real diseases. What is it, that I keep expecting, to happen? Without making any grandiose statements, using words, Francis, is crazy! The walls, of his self, ripple, like water. Finally, we’re left, with our own, empty heads. Even the Pope, is displeased. A crowd, gathers, and protests, cheers, randomly, “the sale, the sale.” Let’s play, guess the composer? Feeling cheapened, by the thrills? We eat nothing, but pancakes. Lust, is just the beginning, for a few, lucky, people. Who cares, anymore? The hardships, don’t get any softer, we’re waiting, for the real disaster. The sign, will never come. Don’t get caught, with the pencil, up your ass. The company, wants assurance, huh? Maybe, we’ll find out some more things, we don’t want to know. It was a grocery store, with no groceries. I’m quite justified, in my anger. We don’t know, what we want. You over fish, the waters. Fame, is like the margarine, you’ve got to hide. I can’t really, believe it. Scientists, keep finding shit out, everything except, the cure. The flim flam, flayed me. It’s one, versus, the other. This chippy business, isn’t fooling, nobody. The shelf, collapsed, I remember, it, collapsing! Write a history of lesbians, you’ll get rich, overnight. Nausea, precedes vomiting, in most cases. Collapse an old shelf, down. Just throw any, old crap, down, anything. Opulent, personnel offices, women, throwing legs, around chairs…They made such fabulous, potato salad. What’s wrong with us? We’re going to start speaking, with accents. News, of our findings, will be published, next month. You must have been (at least, slightly), able to tell, I loved you. 1587, my sister, is a mule, it is mosquito season, so much alcohol, was consumed, too much! Penis, equals vagina? We laughed, so hard, maybe, too hard. What was it, that she said, about poetry, being too easy, for her? Quite a row, in the lunchroom, today, eh? All of our wives, wind up, being disappointed, in us. Remember the shame, of having to stand in the hall. Twitch, double check your necktie. Don’t forget, the Amish chickens. The pain, is just a dull throb, now. Create uniformity! It needed, more.
Tacky, as pink neon, on a porno shop, facade. Let someone who wants, the hours, have them. Incompetence, impotence, impetuousness, innuendo, on, and on, we make the lists. The concert, was cancelled, moved, disturbed, angered. Do whatever it takes, be selfish, if need, demands it. We need some interesting, bumper stickers. Cubby holes, crawlspaces. Alicia, gets into an absolutely, insane, fistfight, with “Billy the Bully,” eventually, knocking him out. We’re trying to forget, we’re all, really crazy. Regulate the rich! The children, are dying, of starvation, in record numbers. When doom, total doom, falls on our heads, we don’t want to be told, to pray. Where are the words, that were going to be used, and reused, at will? Take up every other, line. My nose hairs, must double their length, by the hour. I want some chicken, on a real plate, with biscuits, and gravy, and some goddamn, coleslaw! Yes, this takes a very long, long, time. Nitrogen, is tentative, I want to start cutting, and pasting. Sweeping, must be thorough, what goes on behind the scenes, is the point, the main theme, of the film. We are concerned, about the law, the breaking, of it. The theme idea, didn’t catch on. For no reason, a hoe-down, begins. Things look way more fun, and interesting, from the outside, looking in. Many good ideas, have been floating around, lately. To say, that, is to say, too much. Be more angry. Try to stop. We’re all crazier, than we think. Soon, I will have to resort, to cannibalism. The schedule of shooting, should be affixed, on everybody’s, refrigerators. Man with cowboy hat: “I am more than enough man for you, you seem pretty, squirrelly.” How to publish (part one): Fuck, a lot, in every, conceivable, way. Soundover credits, of muffled sex. It has taken me a long time, to get to this point, and now, that I’m finally here, uh, sorry for the inconvenience, ahem. Deny the affirmative, jump over…maybe some reforms, changes, modernizations. Driving, hardcore…My intestines, are filled with yeast, and bacteria. If the sequel, is anything like, the original, we can expect to see, what they want us, to see. Let this be akin, to those crazy letters, sign/date, them. Narrow the statistics, down, into information, that makes sense. Where have all the comma’s, gone? Happy people, asking for flavored decaf. Curdle it, curdle it (what the hell?)! I fixated, too early. Look, there aren’t going to be anymore, pep rally’s. Entertain the choices, you didn’t, make. The lichen, grows, getting its nutrients, from the soil, from a…We all, must apprehend ourselves, before it’s too late. One report, suggests one thing, another, says the opposite. Not only do I hope, it works out, it must, work out. What are these cross-stitch, shifts, I hear? Congress, votes, along party lines. For the purposes of endurance, get venomous. Your prestigious, shithouse. Tax credits, in other words, who do I have to blow, to get this job? You, took something. My glands, are just as swollen. Watch out for death, it sneaks up on you. We’re not real, nothing, is normal. Test the sewers, for changes. The Moon People, are watching you. This is designed, to be quickly, forgotten. We think about sex, too much. Earnestness, leads to gas, and gas, leads to people, not liking you. Avoid all people, get off the truck. I’m reading your mind, and it sickens me. It still, doesn’t seem right, to me. You are hurting me. The dog, shit on my book, Tina, and Sheila, are arguing, about clothes. The peace talks, have stalled, again. Duck out of the way, the bottle, makes me jump. How can we just stand by…the superior, philosophical position, of atheism, was argued. Smash, and grab, at the flea market. Some kind of something, is preventing me. Look, sexy, you don’t have any, choice! There is no, sex. The nature, and structure, of metaphysics, assaults us, continuosly. Today, is lawn mowing day, not, “I think I’ll take a long drive, around.” Where is the crepe pan? Most of the time, our brains, do not work. Can’t we share information, without money, changing hands? This is, stagnant. Fuddy-duddy, the quality of work, must improve, around here. Pete ran the prick, off the road. Turning to stone, saves cellular organisms, a whole lot of trouble. Our failures, have been exposed, get to the chicken store, whatever it takes. To grad school, what? It takes a whole lot of good lies, to get laid, these days. After the computer crash, we’ll have some kind, of candy party. Knock, knock, knock (on door). Sample their wares, combat inertia, be sick, and tired, of being sick, and tired, not to mention, frustrated, overburdened, bled dry, rendered down, like, soap. The situation, is not good, any of them. You can’t just, fuck me rough, and leave me, like that, anymore. Who gives a damn (as long as the checks, cash)? We’re out to be, the industry leader. Are there any beverages, for sale, here? At this point, I’m totally out of my mind (which, doesn’t exist). As simple, as you make it, it won’t be simple, enough.
