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I am the simplest man, alive, which isn’t, necessarily, a bad thing. Someone, left the water running. The tic-tac-toe, game, got bloody, and violent. Too much, pleasure (I don’t think so)? Write your way through, the shadows, to the other side. Nothing has been bad enough, to make me pull the trigger, yet. Sex talk, makes most people, “uneasy,” try to keep it, to a minimum. My premiere, will be met, by rotten fruit, and vegetables, being, thrown. My ode, to avocado street, isn’t worth, singing, well, not as much, as I thought it was, five years, ago. What needs to take place, is for me, to sit down, stop dramatically, swaying, from side, to side. Stop looking through other people’s, books, in hopes, that, in doing so, your own book, will magically, appear, before your eyes. We’re going to the tittie bar, across the border, I like to butter you…and, butter you. Where are we at, now, ninety-one, or, so? I’ve been sitting on the toilet, too long, so long, in fact, that it is high time, that somebody, came along, and shoved, my crusty ass, off. Fun, is not, real. We’re going to attempt, to flip off, everybody, this idea, is old, it doesn’t excite, anybody. You are not me, not anymore, I am you, now. Everything is unraveling, at the seams, I don’t want, much (that’s a, lie). I don’t know about you, but, I am really, really, eager, for pleasure, right now. We support our police force, stickers, act as a sort of, bribe. Fast paced? The whistles of time, play some really weird, and wicked, tunes. Where are the fortune tellers, of the damned, when we need them? All of those people, are like, carrots! Who fucked with the piano, sexually? When I recall the smell of that crazy, chute, opening, and closing, stop it, just, stop it! Our collections, of dinosaurs, and race cars, are, currently, collecting dust, in some other, hand-me-down, kiddy, basement. Switch back, to, what you were, even though (some, will resist, here), you never switched, out of it. Can you navigate through, the late nights, and no mornings, in order to have more couplings, get coitus? Border on arrogance, stay meek, buy, off the lot, or, off the street, park, what you purchase, in the garage. The boldface type, indicates a close call, or, two, are all that have kept me, from Grand Jury, indictments. Did you certify, those carcasses, as being dead, yet? Push for a second chance (this), hold your middle finger, aloft. Don’t flip back over, the laurels, that you’ve gone to such great pains, to preserve, who could it be, walking through the door, now? The struggle, is the same, for all of us, we can all understand, what is meant, by this. The red lights, just, kept happening. Squirm, pep up, squeek! There aren’t any special circumstances, that could orchestrate, this whole shit heap…pay, will, crap, wipe. We got away, with destroying the wilderness. I can’t be, normal. Act astute, dick around the turnpike…the mourning process, takes its steps, despite us. Skip the fireworks, and remember, a blimp disaster. Folding socks, is, to be honest, more fun, for me, than some rock and roll party, with nudity, and violence. Needing help, but having nowhere to turn, is an all-too common, predicament. All of my dreams, have been dreamed, before (better), by others, long ago. If I eat this whole dish, of consecrated wafers, do you think the parishioners, of the church, would be terribly, offended? Way-o, o-way-o; and you knew, this was going to happen, to me, and said, nothing. My dedication, could’ve…see, nothing happens, until you make it happen. There is nothing more revolting, than living out, a life, that’s already, lived out. The newspapers, praise the latest tragedies, to sell papers, to pay, their, bills, feed, their families. Staring out the windows, of a bus, we tried to “tune-out,” the hillbilly family, in the back, with the screaming babies, and live, clucking, chickens, in cages. How much, have you stolen? We went into the superstore, of knick-knacks. You can get to, thinking! If one more thing, spills, on me, I’m going to end up, crushing a cup! Could it really have been, the drugs, that got me to enter into, and, be forced to endure, such a dreadful scene, as this? They know my name, at the accounts receivable, department. Don’t be in too close, proximity, to someone, else. We called him straight jacket, Daniels. I would like to introduce myself, as the world’s most heinous, solipsistic, unconventional, tree climbing, Mason, around. They, know? Please, don’t make me. Some of us, just, have no idea, what to do. It’s pretty hard, to believe, how shitty, my life, has gotten.
Do I, really, want to find something, to do? Go take the dog, for a walk. The trouble is, that we all, think we’re right, and, doing the correct thing, that can’t, be. I know exactly, what’s wrong, but there is nothing that I can do, about it. I am not, that guy, I may, or, may not, look, like, that guy, but, since I really, don’t know who, you’re talking about, I can state, with clarity, that I’m, not him. In the meantime, I had a heart attack. I said some sick, and filthy, thing. There is no reason, for anything, anymore. You’ll go home, drunk, and alone. We’re leaving the house, in plastic bags, any way we slice, or, dice, it. Void, where prohibited. Flip it up, purple. Romance, a necrophiliac. Try, make-believe. Make, certain (call it, fake). Slide up, the slide. Freeze, the radio’s. No need, for more words, now. Being sweet, nice, good, and kind, all the time, makes me, absolutely, sick, to my stomach. How can we ever know/understand, who we are, or, for that matter, who, others, are? Just, start, crossing things out, now, why wait? The old interpretation, of the events, that, both, did, and did not, transpire, led to a sort of, breakdown, in reasoning. See how things go, with the new, hop around, policies, and try to worry, a little less, about things, running together, too much. Dominate the space, the room, the set, the dining hall. When you run out of things to write, you’re more than, damaged, than just by, that. Callous, ass, who’s calling the kettle black, now? What sorts of pains, would you like me, to attempt, to relieve, for you? I don’t want to stain my pants, right now. Then, they put me in diapers, and forced me to perform tricks, like, walking from person, to person, and uttering, monosyllabic, sounds, that they, evidently, thought, were words. Wouldn’t it be great, if hypnotism, really worked, if we could get anyone, to do, whatever we wanted, by just performing a few rituals, and tricks? Half of my internal organs, are operating, outside of my body, now. Today, is my sixty-seventh, birthday, I have been enjoying myself, a bit too much, for my own good, in the bathroom, lately. I despise, order, logic, fish, chicken, sex, violence (stop, now). There is nothing, quite like, a blowjob, that, works, that leads to, results. There is nothing, quite like, the sound of lawns, being mowed. Somewhere, two women, are arguing, about who wore, whoever else’s, shirt. I will not leave, I want to see, what the hell, is going on, in the goddamn, kitchen, right now. My jerk-off, girls’, have moved, far, far, away. All I really, want to do, to be, too honest, is fuck movie starlets, all day long. Galvanize yourselves, do not travel, too widely. Dude, don’t scam, from the scripts. Get thrown, for a loop, you may, like it. The factory hand, face, beet red, started spitting on machines, picked up a pipe, and slammed it, repeatedly, against a steel grate. Please, stop this behavior, my dick, is shrinking, I think it’s going to fall off. This is a courtroom, not a fraternal order. I can’t help, being, oxymoronic, horny, as all horny, can be. The healthiest women, look like, men? Nobody, and I mean, nobody, is ever going to snip, cut, or, edit, any of this, or, I must tell you, right now, that I will not be responsible, for my actions, and, those actions, will be, brutal. Let me tell you, that I am the single, most boring, self absorbed, person, you will ever meet. Do not put up with idiots, don’t act fey, and soft, nice, and pretty, it will get you, nowhere. A crowd, gathers, but, keeps their distance…have you ever heard, heavy, sexual, breathing, the kind, that goes, in cross-stitch, shifts? Tumble off of the top, succumb. Let me smell your pussy, please. Most drug addicts, that I know, believe, strongly, that they are vampires. Well, we can’t allow ourselves, to fall into a funk, so close, to the end, now, could we? See, I am, Christy, she, knows this. Avoid absurdity, ridiculousness, etc. It’s hard to believe, how, utterly, boring, this, is.
Strain your way, through, conversations, you went to great lengths, to avoid. I am going to get much, much, tougher, on myself, if not, cruel. We all do, too many, stupid things. I only get in trouble, for so, and so, because, I’m looking for it. Today, someone informed me, that the only way I would ever, “get sex,” is if I were to purchase it, on the street, she failed to mention, which street. It has succeeded, in destroying us. Who needs an insane asylum, if you’re truly crazy, anywhere you are, acts as a makeshift, loony bin. The beer bus, was a travesty. There are limits. I want to scream, at the top of my lungs, and, I dare you, to try to, stop me. My testicles, were crushed, beyond repair, in the accident. I feel so guilty, wasting so much time doing this, in fact, it’s more than guilt, when you consider, that, it’s all, for nothing. Is what you’re looking for, some kind of campy, rave-up? Soon, I will be dead, and it will not be that big of a deal. Play along. Carve some possibility, out of the impossible. I can’t seem to conjure up, any faith, in my, shoes. No, there isn’t going to be any frosty cone, for you, tonight. I got in a big fight, with Doug, yes, in costume. Don’t make bedroom eyes, at the cat. Well, things aren’t like, they used to be…what is considered, better, though, is usually, worse. I really don’t know, what the hell, motivation, lies behind, all of this. Shut your big, mouth/cake hole. We want, what doesn’t, yet, exist. The widespread, corruption, will continue. Let’s do it, the other way, let’s switch roles, our analysts’, won’t mind. Someone, will probably, blow my head off, at the most inopportune, moment. There is a kind of a shame, in being alive. It will happen, very soon. This is the same old, same old, itself. My legs, are not as tight, and/or, sexy, as they were, a few, short, years ago, I refuse to wrap myself, in a rubber raft, for you. Marriages, do not work, they are never, a good idea, and if yours, works, yes, sometimes, they do, but, not that, often. So, this is writer’s block, huh? Oh, jelly bunnies, fun, fun, fun. If I die, I die. The butterflies, flutter, and undergo transformations. The statute of limitations, has run out, on our petty crimes, of the past. All of the professors, are assholes? My disillusionment, is what I would call, my funny side. My head, is swimming, in illness, those twanging noises, are not welcome, now. If my friends, insist on twirling batons, every night, I may not, hang out with them, anymore. What is required of me, is to knock this shit, off. Are there any beverages, for sale, here? This is not the appropriate, time, or, place, for this. This, connect the dots, shit, has not been a good idea. The speed bump, tore the back end, of my car, off, damaged the suspension system. Dream of the trash dumpster, smell your finger, roam, to the spot, punch the wall, leading from the dining room, into the kitchen. Every time I see models, walking down the runway, I think to myself, that this has got to be the single, most ridiculous, thing, that anybody, has ever, invented. Show me. You will never see that person, again, take the picture, now. There is only forever, left. Revive yourself, don’t make us face ourselves, another day. My body, is quaking, and shimmying, it needs a creative outlet. I want some chicken, on a real plate, with biscuits, and gravy, and some goddamn, coleslaw. Try to cut down, on a little bit, of the slag, at the end. They’re still around, barely, but they’re around. Pinch it, there are some things, that we hear, from time, to time, that are absolutely, unforgettable. My ass, is sun ripened, enough, I’m unmoved, by my looseness, I’m incapable of greatness, or, much else. No rough-housing (for, amusement), with Marla. Slobber, on the toy trucks. The satisfaction, that is obtainable, in this day, and age…I just, want to fall forward, right now, and not be able, to get back, up. What do you, want to, say? Can you recall, the sounds? Evidently, I was allergic, to something, that I ate, because I have just broken out, in boils, the size of asteroid craters, and they’re oozing, pus, and blood, they itch. The two part, shakedown, is highly unlikely, to work. I am, the police. Like slipping through, the inner tube… Peanut butter, and celery (yahoo)!