075

Just because, we wind up, dead, no matter, what, doesn’t mean, we have to be dead, now. Shit, I didn’t even realize, I was done, for the day. There is no, “best of,” compilation, from me, I just want to remain, a fish, and not imitate, some other, type, of animal. It’s around 9:07 A.M., the prisoners, are still in jail. This concern, with my own problems, shows, what a selfish, piece of shit, I really, am. Please, take the challenge, nothing else, is going to be offered, to you. Bolt down, the typewriter, so, I won’t throw it across the room (again). All work, is the same, and it involves, the same, impossible, tasks, for all, of us. The shit suck, machine, is idling. Keep what’s, settled, settled. The airplanes, fly, too low, the arguments, about child custody, rage, on, and on. The bill, is dead, the wait, over. It’s the same, for everybody. Louisville, didn’t turn out to be the Mecca, we hoped, it would, be. The silo, is falling down. The police, are after me, now, I can taste the blood, it’s trickling down, from somewhere. There aren’t any mysteries, everyone knows, who did it. We have a chance, only, a, chance, of putting down, the true grit, of shimmiing through, the entrails. It seems, abundantly, clear, that too many mistakes, have been, made. Tolerate the bland, try to see them, all, out there, doing the, more than odd, jobs, that we do, to get by. Cheaters, are only cheating, themselves. We’re covered, in antiseptic, and air freshener, which, isn’t very, fresh. Most of our necks, are bent, at the present, time. Don’t allow yourselves, to think about, travel, it is an escape, that human’s, think, means something. We’re out of beer, we’re out of soft drinks, lack of money, is the main problem, and it is a, big, one. Since when, have margin rules, been, obeyed? The forecast, calls for, snow, we have no, defenses. They showed, everything, the lamps, were, off. It’s important, that the lights, not shine, on something, too soon. Licking the boots, of another, is not recommended. I never meant, to send the kind of messages, that I wound up, sending. The dog, ate the pig ear, the bars, are filling up, again, after a few years, spent, being, mostly, empty, this is not, cool. My head, is eight pounds, my brain, is three, thus, my head, minus, my brain, is, four. This is the long, trip, south, we were worried, about. Stand off, in a corner, and watch, people, who seem to be having a good time, stand there, just, stand there. The long run, from the factory, to the mine, caused all sorts, of welts, and bruises, down in flames, down in flames. Do you want to go over, there? All the road kill, on the streets, could drive you crazy, if you look at it, too much, or, too long. I tried to strangulate, myself, with tape, once. I quit, and I will keep, quitting, until, it really, happens. My honor, and valor, are gone, there is no way, that we are going to be able, to get, what we’ve got to get, done, done, by the year’s, end. The, plan, was to, renovate, the cabins, we wound up, only, changing, the toilet paper. All washed up, is not a good place, to be. A nap, a nice, nap, would do us all, a lot of good. Will the independent, streams, ever, all, converge, together? Congo, your ass, from homeless shelter, to homeless shelter. The sad stories, of every loser, you know, are all, my story. The terrorists, feel compelled, to do, what they, do? When I broke my neck, last year, I was hoping, that I died, I thought, I did. How high is the ceiling, in this joint? Two, different, news programs, from, two, different, countries, are currently, playing, on two, separate, radios. Of all the cat, and mouse, acts, that I’ve put, on, the worst, was when I slammed into the pole, and the whole engine, got wrenched out, parts, nuts, and bolts, went flying, and the tubes, that connect, the two things, got bent, and twisted, and broke, wide open. These are the remains, of the aggressive, lepers, journal. The onion, is coming. You, hot fudge, sundae. I want to tell you, about my afternoon, in the gun shop. I’m not going to be able to make it, but, try, as I, will, something else, will happen. Try it, see, for yourselves. Underneath, it’s all, Styrofoam.