Pleat, those drapes, or else. Flux, or flow, as your disposition, permits, or, demands. She doesn’t look like any kind of mother, to me, which makes her better, than the other, type. So, you want to go for fifteen minutes, of shame, in the steel cage, with the genius, eh? The general silence, of the cafeteria, spoke, volumes. Your little, love affair, had to stop, right there. Pallor, sweep, avert, stretch, revisit, squirm, center. The smell of pancakes, is one of those things, that smells, better than it, tastes. We got in, way over, our heads. Buzz words, ahoy. The diseased elephant, howled. I just, stopped wanting to be a cop, job security, or, no job security. Problems, are the most interesting/exciting, things, about existence. The world, is full, of brutal, blood-thirsty, vegetarians. All we have to do, is be, who we, are. We all have the right, to mess up! The sacrifices, may wind up, being, in vain. Forget all about heart, and soul, go with hard work, and determination. Some postscript, items, are best, kept to yourself. I don’t give a shit, about Foucault, or, Hegel! We tried to tell a stranger, how hard it was, strangers, are not, usually, receptive. There is so much, to re-work, the commonplace, ceases to mean, anything, the moment, it’s written, down. We go out, and we come back, home, we’d all, just assume, be left, alone. She, and I, spend a night in jail, separated, by a wall. Tips are down, on the night shift, again! Is there a warranty, on the blender (there should, be)? We’re finished, before we start, but, can’t let that, stop us. Plunge into the hamhocks, solidly. This is so easy, it’s hard, and hard, that it’s, easy. Never talk about (phase two) anyone, you’ve known, in your past. We told ourselves, we wouldn’t. Grovel into the seat, of the car. Public figures, dropped you, up, and dropped you, off. Don’t bend over, and leave yourself open, to be, um, to have your blanks, filled in, for you, like a week old, crossword puzzle. Rest assured, we’re taxed, on our bonuses! Close the bank account, if you deny it, you are, it, we’re gonna’ get up, off the floor, and you’re going to be very sorry, for either tripping, us, or, pushing us, down. There is an insurance, for everything, that could possibly, go wrong, and you’d better, have it. Try not to resort to, dogma. The woman, felt the effects, of her drinks. After a while, most people, get sick of life, and want to end it, or, let it end, but, will be unable, to do, so, because, they know, that what’s to come, is, nothing, less, than this. Pens, weren’t designed, to be used, that way! Starting at the bottom, and working your way, up, no longer, occurs. She was wearing my leather jacket, or, maybe, “she,” was a transvestite! What was it, that I told myself, not to forget, and, write down, later, when I was wandering around, yesterday? The past, is in the past. Someone else’s, shirt, is hanging up, in the front closet, and no matter how much, I may have, felt, that it was mine; it was, not, is not, nor, will it ever, be. I guarantee you, that I’d need a police escort, out, should you ever choose, to terminate, me. Take that, take it all, out! Use your scant, knowledge. The so-called, ship, will never, come in. We saw what happened, to our fathers. Distressed, by your state, in the realm of things, the great scheme? The car dealer, will take you for a ride, alright! I’m just, your typical, green blooded, All American! Total earnings, zero. The glue, is sniffed, the eyelashes, become, unnecessary. After years, and years, of this, there are, more! If you’re only going to re-copy, shit, re-copy your résumé. Maybe, we’ll go to the store, later on. We stole things, like recycling bins, flags, and trophies, we were not, criminals! Do we have any, shipping tape? It’s so easy, to become a stoner. We must purchase, a lawn mower! In 1989, things were significantly, different, from the way, they are, now. Doubt, is an admirable, foe, but, we must, defeat it. At no cost, to you…something, that you don’t need…which, will eventually, cost you, big, but, don’t worry about that, right now. Our dispositions, are why we are, where we are. Position yourself, properly, for sex acts, to come, in order to provide, a better outcome, than at times, in your past. I keep trying to consume, my mustache. The final word, is never uttered, we go forward, and back. I forgot the songs. We can’t think, that way, anymore. The diagnosis, was, cancer.
