Music, and logic, turns into math, if you look at it, too long. The show, will get cancelled, especially, the good, shows, for no reason, that will ever make sense, to you. I’m beyond, help, Doc, but, thanks, for asking. Do I really, want to go, to the Golden Nugget, tonight? There were smashed watermelons, which, I didn’t understand, but, no matter. It’s fine, it’s ok. Turning to drugs, in place of genealogy, is, well, it seems, silly. Well, a whole plethora, of new, pastel, makeup products, have just been released. I wound up, sleeping through the career fair, again, this year. Get your own, garden hose, man. It’s a stalemate, battle, that has been waged, and, can’t be won, the white flag, has already, been raised. It’s only, reading. Totally, up, just, about, it, the radio, is imitating, the way things used to be, quite, precisely. Go through the motions, of good-bye, turn him, in, turn her, over, some tenements, that would have made the perfect set, for a slasher movie, have recently, been torn, down. Not that it makes any difference, but, I thought, that I was quiet, and, it turns out, my reputation, is that, of a loud, blabbermouthing, buffoon, who can’t keep his mouth, shut. This way, is a whole, hell of a lot, better, than the other one, whatever that, was. Kick the stool, over, slide tackle, Parmenides, then, there’s that book, well, don’t be too sure, about, that. Grandiosity, is a sort of, weakness, when it’s done, the way, I’ve done it. The sexually, immature, had better, clean up their acts, see, this is a family stage. None of us, are going to be getting that burst, of encouragement, that we’ve been needing, so badly, anytime, soon. I have to tell you, that, right now, I’m not feeling, particularly, inspired, or, very real, either. Without any hopes, of any kind, this is a hell of a rough place, to work, out, of. It, is, and, isn’t, and, doesn’t really matter. Get to know people, better, before referring to them, in the acceptable, vernacular? The security deposit, nightmare, was so, gently, maneuvered, around. Don’t misplace those coupons, whatever you, do! Next weekend, never did, materialize. Don’t get, sick. It’s the land, they want. Let this be a general guide, not a rule book. Quite a peculiar, method, of sweeping, was demonstrated. Too much stumbling around, in the dark. It takes forever, at least. Nothing productive, is going to get done, if you sit, in your little, blue, room, trying to humble, your way, out of figuring out, which, is your best, side. What follows, may, amuse you. Nothing, but, the far out, was allowed, to remain, or, at least, that would appear, to be, the case. The new cases, of clam poisonings, are actually, due, to diseases, of the clams, themselves. What just, happened (damned, if I know)? The corporation, will never understand, your notes from the underground, manifestoes. I need to find you, see you, contact, discourage, approach…fuck you, again, to prove to myself, as well as, you, that I can do it, properly. Save a lot of money, don’t get caught, trying to…yeah, it could very well, be, a weakness, on my part, that I get to the easy stuff, first, but, in my defense, I must say, that I always work my way, up, to the tough stuff. Crap, on somebody’s, face! Get up, there. I am so sick, of just about, everything. I need a lot more, room, than this. How could, this, yes, how, could this, even, ever, lead me, to, “what I’m really, going to do,” or, “wind up, doing?” We wound up, working, for a dentist. It’s so, beyond, discomfort. My arm, hurts, the kids, won’t go to bed, they are all punks, the pajamas, are all stained, the swollen appendage, knows what it, wants to do, and, has to, do. What number, can I call, to take advantage, of all these savings plans, that I hear about, on the radio? I feel like turning, right now. I guess, I wished, I was all of them, combined, I couldn’t stop, comparing myself, to the books, on the wall. My inner child, seems to be getting too much attention, and, I gotta’, shut the kid, up.
Let’s play the game, of meeting, each other, halfway? It’s grim, outside, so are we, inside. The (I’m not, sorry) mechanisms, that we’ve come to rely on, are not so wholesome, as was, originally, believed. Six, is on the other side, of this page, not, beyond, somewhere, over there. As for, making other people, happy, noble, enough, but, it may, well, be, that you’ve got to be happy, yourself, first. Sober, as sober, could be, I stumbled into a table, and knocked a cup, of cold, coffee, over. Staring into the fireplace, fire, or, no fire, can burn away, too much time, better dedicated, to some other, pursuit. I will be trapped here, for hours, at which, time, I will be, “allowed,” to do, something else, that I don’t want, to do, but, have to do. Fuck, until your nose bleeds, stop, what’s unstoppable, what is, going to happen. Sore spots, should not be stressed, nor, should undue, pressure, be placed, on any, one, individual. The cancer, always comes back, this isn’t, comforting news, to hear. Something, made me laugh, I can’t quite, find it, now. Dare I, cheat, and skip ahead, completing, that, and leave, what’s yet, to be, done, but, lies in a different, order, behind? Petty thrills, don’t last, long, once the condom, is taken off, the party, is over, and, it’s as if the lights, are turned up, at the local, dancetarium. I don’t have any money, at all, to pay for anything, and, I have no job (call me, what you will). There seem to be a lot more important things, to discuss, as opposed, to home redecoration, but, oh, well. What happens, behind the scenes, are the things, we should be, most interested, in, if, we know what’s good, for us. Don’t keep lions, and tigers, as pets, don’t act, on every urge, in your head, stop genuflecting, don’t do, what I say. My cells, the cells, that make up, my physical body, are, drifting apart. Don’t waste any, resource, don’t piss on the, “Go,” button, work, more, push against the clean, in order, that, perhaps, their good habits, will rub off, on you. There is nothing left, on the flip side, of anything, it is rapidly, approaching, the point, where it’s going to have to be, all beef, no filler. Don’t let wet farts, ruin your evening, out, sew your asshole, shut! Here it is, right now, your life (take it, or, leave it). I refuse to discuss, any medications, that I may, or, may not, take, at this time. Leave me, alone, don’t let me, try, make me, do, of course, I don’t expect, that any of you, can, should, or, will, give a damn. Cheers, and jeers, announce the champ/chump’s, introduction, at the arena, in other words, people have mixed feelings, about him, or, her. Go back to the (swear) main menu, go back to the sidewalk, the habitat, think of it. A period of detox, may be, necessary, to flood out, the good/bad (decidedly mixed, messages), picked up, from any grad school, program. Don’t let me, be, you, or, ever, act like, you, ever. Have sex, with the windowsill. I would sweep, with a vengeance. It will, soon, be leaving my life, forever. Don’t blow out the candles, too soon (poof!). These will be, mere, remembrances. The visions, were wrong. I cut a lot, out, and put, even more, in. I do receive compliments, from time, to time, which, I never pay any attention, to. What are you going to do, with your life? We try too hard, but, not enough. The elite, are the rich, in whatever, caste system, you should care, to mention. We are cheap labor, for rich people. It’s just, not going to, cut it. I feel like, I’m still walking in the shadows, of friends of mine, who, I am absolutely, certain, don’t even remember me, anymore. Hmm…there is a phone…nah! Let’s get our asses, up to the schritch-scratch, club? What does happy, mean? It isn’t honest, enough, and, still, doesn’t make, sense. Those are not, breasts… they aren’t, breasts.
