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They just, write it off, the recession, does not affect them, one iota. We fool ourselves, into thinking, that money, would cure, our ills, we’re sure, of it (and, wrong). Hang on, to the floor. We need to eep (this purposeless, activity) fixing, things. I cannot, go on, this way. Humor, is only a part, of Idaho. This has taken more time, than usual (which, is always, long enough). Most of the time, I have to, urinate. We’ve got to go, underground. I’m dizzy, and drunk, from too much, relaxation, it may not seem, like that, should be something, to complain about, but, it is. The bell, is being, rung, I guess, dinner is served, at these prices, we’d better eat, whatever they throw, in front of us. We’re coming into the territory, of gated communities, we just, pass by, we live, in rooms, which are heated, by diesel fuel. What if it snows, on Easter Sunday, again, this year? There is no, right direction, correct, choice. There is nothing, like, having a woman, or, two, living in the apartment, above you, to give young males, a spontaneous erection. Crumple up the future, throw it, over there. Do the affluent, deserve, what they, have? Being discriminated against, makes me, very angry. There is an urge, a sodium urge, and the more we crave, what we crave, the more the…I have violated my own precepts. I’m probably the most real, fake, that you are apt, to meet. Tune in, tomorrow, same time, same station, and we’ll do this, all over again. We claimed to love them, but, we really, didn’t. Jack off, into the urinal, and be done, with it. There is nothing like, getting an unexpected, glimpse, up a skirt, that is, if you’re male…and, it’s sort of, one of those secret, special, surprises, that happen, sometimes. It’s the drugs, how could it be anything, but, the drugs? Is that an Indian, on horseback, in the backyard, or, am I only seeing things, again? There isn’t really, anywhere to go, in answer, to my own question, that I asked myself, somewhere else. The unwanted, develop their imaginations, and allow themselves, to daydream, up, dozens of suitors, you are, in one way, or, the other, “after them.” Play rubberneck, with the two man, saw, jump up, and down, on the septic tank, explore the electrical outlet, with a fork. Spectators, how quaint. What should be sung, to the kids? My very bones, are in error, I wish I had a vagina, so that I could, literally, fuck myself. Perhaps, a good, stiff, drink, would set me straight, but, I’ve thought that, before, and …ahem, ahem. The maybe, next year, talk, has been dragged out, for ten years, already. There is no such thing, as love, but, how quickly, we forget, all about that, when we want…well, you get the idea. We are all, fools. Let’s make animal noises, maybe, even, imitate, other, behavioral traits, of theirs, as well. There is a goal, now, but, it’s far too late, to be setting goals. That guy who was all weirded out, and reading, in the gutter, was that some kind of act, or, what? My Italian, matsito, or, however the hell, it’s spelled…will you, marry me? I have a tendency, to, “act, beyond,” things, it’s a self-defensive, maneuver, that only leads to guilt, and regret, later on. Is the correct term, “fagged out”? I never quite, thought, that I would become a, “puffy face,” but, not many of us, seriously, plan, on becoming, what it is, that we, become. A lot of changes, take place, when we’re not looking. Some kind of crazy, football team, statistic, can cloud, and clutter your mind, for weeks, if you’re not careful. I wish that I had the agility, and audacity, to do, what the dog, has just done. We play our roles, and though, we may not play them, well, we do, still, play them…the sentiments, run the gamut, of emotions, from nil, on, upward, and, it doesn’t really matter, what you play, but, how… this is all, old news, to most of us. Go out there, to the swim club, stare, no one, will, notice. The candid photographs, usually, catch us, off guard, which is, of course, the whole point, of a candid photograph. The data, has been, duly, processed. Fuzz the slip knot, over the dandelion. Apply, that, epistemology, to this, theorum.