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They're accepting applications, down at the restaurant. This is, too, hard, I can't do it, anymore, and I can't do, anything else, either, so, as you can see, I'm more than, damaged. This just, doesn't seem like a good time, to be discussing, finances. Don't blame the authorities, anymore. Jaded, always reminded me, of a fancy necklace, to be worn, by other people. Your very, fears, are what are making you, afraid. Our confusion, really, needs to come to an, end. There is no explanation, for our fuck-ups, know that, in advance. The car, stalled out, and died, in the street. It's just, a lot of counting, and bullshit. Some of us, have missed a few beats, over the years. The Buddha, can shave out my ass, with a blunt, and rusty, razor, for all I, care. Mark my words, I'm finished. Things, are not only, getting worse, they're so much, worse, now, that it's unbearable, reality, is impossible (and, I don't use those terms, lightly). I'm a very hard worker, which isn't a strength, everybody else, wonders, what I'm trying to, prove. I, already know, that I'm going to have, a miserable life, without any money, of any kind, whatsoever, please, don't remind me. I stole her panties, sure, I was drunk, when I did it, but, that's no excuse. You fucked her, didn't you (yes!)? The back of my neck, is giving off, rays. Day, after day, and, even though, a couple of times, a year, we think of all we have, to be thankful, for, somehow, we, aren't. Before I even, try, I've already, failed. No, no, don't do that, baby, it might get, stuck. I got so drunk, that I couldn't see myself, in the mirror, which, is what I, wanted. The fear, is what I have (but, not really). I can’t think, of one thing, I’d really, like to say, to any rock star, living, or, dead. The realm, of the superlative, defines us, defiles us. I'm seemingly, on drugs, even when, I'm, not. Seal this, with a, smear. We are at our best, when the chips are down, but, don't let the chips, be down, to find this shit, out. I’ve got to reach, Canada. It must be the anniversary, of something, that I don’t, remember. Every, single, time, that I look at my college degree, I get sick, to my stomach. We live, in a perpetual, state, of panic. I know, that I'm not the only one, who hates himself. Never look, at my face. Vomit, into your (we wear, out) own, sickness. I thought I would be able, to get rich, writing this book, well, I was, wrong. It is almost, as if, I were arrested, again, each, and every, time, that I get a phone call, explaining, that someone, I know, has, been. Please, hold the mayo. It could, and should, be, me, that sweeps, and mops, the floor, in the afternoon. One, can never, know, what to, expect. Tonight, will never end, and will mean, nothing. Let me, in, let me, out, let me, in/out. Man, I can't even, sit, anymore, without, discomfort! Nobody can avoid, becoming, whatever they are, so, be very careful, about what, you're becoming! We have to be, our own, Jesus, and save ourselves, nobody else, will. She’ll be, there. Disappointment, kills, but, not fast, enough. Well, I've been in, a few, fights, but, they're not worth, writing about. The slings, and arrows, hit us, but, have nothing to do, with, fortune. When I committed, suicide, the last thing, I thought about, was how little, it would matter, if I did it (or, not). It’s only a cigarette, but, it’s used, in strange ways. This is so close, to dying, and, so far, away. He died, shivering, in his own, semen. Everything, that we do, thinking, that it will, "inspire us," won't (we're kidding, ourselves). The turtles, guts, were sprayed, all over the road. I have got to prove, that all I can do, in this world, is, clean? I spent six years, in prison, for, "not being able to resist!" The hernia, was very painful, as was, the operation. Please, forgive me, please. There is no way, that I will accept, thirty dollars, to perform a spanking, ever again. The money, runs out, that's the name, of the game. Don't worry, we can still, sell our plasma. The zit’s, get popped, and the blood, and pus, oozes, out. They tore our asses, off! Make sure, my name, is in, pink.
We all have, double, the ego, we think, we do. I guess, I know problems, not, solutions. The Dingo, isn't, mine. In case, you haven't noticed, by now, there is something, very wrong, with me. There is, nothing, nothing, at all, go for it! The trouble was, that I had no, artistic ability. Don't let, too much, time, piss away, while you worry, about the twangs, or, zips, of what you've, done. Most, will be, non plussed. Everything, will, worsen. The big crash, is coming. Don't do anything, wrong, for starters, then, avoid, even the possibility, of anyone, ever, even, misconstruing, anything, you do, as being, even, somewhat, wrong, in short, be, beyond reproach, in all areas, at all times. It is a good thing, to know, what your friends, really, think of you, before calling them, your friends. Some people, a lot of people, it seems, have nothing better, to think about, besides, "What the 'stars', are wearing". Try to avoid, writing, in fast food, restaurants. The Danish, way, is to maim, not, kill. It's so boring, so, insanely, boring, it's unbearable. No dating, no fondling, no stalking, no, science. Here comes the shot, we're going to be ready, this time. Pears, like a luscious, woman's, rear. That particular hanger, looks like a prop, from a science fiction, movie. Those rumors, of drug abuse, are completely, unsubstantiated. It's too late, for our sixth senses, now. This is definitely, becoming an environment, unsuitable, for writing. They are currently, working, on a new kind, of cookie, or, cereal, that you just, have to, have. Things are too clean, much too clean, and pleasant. The vitamins, will cause, absolute, pandemonium. There is absolutely, positively, nothing, sexy, at all. The dancers, will converge, on the audience, totally nude, there will be no, separation. The acts, that we put on, they aren't, convincing, they're, conniving. I didn't actually, see, where he puked, but, I heard, that he did, somewhere. We do our best, we... well, some of us, do, sometimes. Through, and through, the slick, streams, of fecundation. Suddenly, a fucked up, thing, happened. We better get ready, this process, is likely, to screw us. The three pounds, worth, of burritos, we ate, are going to have an effect, on us. The sensuality, gave me a case, of the willies, and, tossed me, off the boat. It is probably, time, to push into, uncharted territories, it's our duty. The jokes, are all, off, all, off. The clash, of corruption, is out of control. Things are starting, to burn, down. We take things, slowly, where we should, hurry up, and hurry through, things, when we should, slow down. Let's break the sliding, glass door, on purpose. We can't think, in terms of... it's all a bunch, of soiled, and broken, promises. Do not trust me, or, believe, one word, I write, I’m only doing this, for the money. What is the secret, knowledge? There is too much, that I want to say, on that subject, to actually, speak. So stiff, so unable, to move, freely. I’m sick of your type, of people, the kind, who aren’t, even aware, that they correspond, to a quite, definite, type. It's showtime, why didn't you pick that dime, up, off the ground? We are sub-savants, very involved. It’s gone, too far, it’s gone, on, too long. They said, the title of their album, was going to be, Purple Pussy Music. Be not, afraid, to kill, if, need, be. I can’t seem, to stay, out of trouble. The dog, has been scratching, the inside of his ear, with his rear, left, paw, and, then, licking it, what is, this? Sometimes, well, many times, there is, just, nothing to say. Russia, is becoming too much, a part, of my daily life. The suspense, is too much, I can't wait, to tear open, the goddamn, package, see, what's, inside. To hell, with the tables, I don't care, about the tables. When I look at your head, I get thoughts, thoughts, of what to do, with it. They don't want, to spend the money. If only, there were, some way, to get to the point, faster, and, get the point, faster. We've all, got to be, a whole, hell of a lot, more. This really, seems like, cheating, sometimes. Where is that rancid, smell, coming from? A lot of times, even though, I'm out of gas, I just, don't want to pull into, the gas station. For the first time, in a long, long, time, I hopped the fence. Here is, the it, of the, it. Skip the sale. The final exam, was in spare, time/space, time. My nose hairs, keep me, sterile. We’re, fifty-one, fourty-nine (yuck, yuck, yuck).
Night, is when things, get interesting, it's no time, to be, sleeping. Take criticism, well, or, get ready, to, quick! The remedy, is to not, get ill, it's the only one, that works. As people, make hand signals, in my direction, I get (brilliant?), annoyed, but, that's about, the extent, of it. Everything, is geared, to sell us, something. Oh, they... the hats, are supposed, to be, on, crooked. The era, of harsh feelings, is over. Why do I insist, on doing, what I do, to myself, or, don't do? The corruption, doesn't change, our opinion. Why did you, just, kill me? Who sponsored, this shitty, program? Everybody's, trying, to sell you, something, don't, buy it. The children, suddenly, broke out, in song. There is nothing, like, a good, sex scandal, to get things, started. No one is interested, in how you love, being in love, shut up! Our agents, are surely, ripping us, all, off. All the cute, little, facts, and figures, that made you, so smart, get, forgotten. The headaches, get so bad, that you can't, stand it. It isn't fair, no, it isn't. My, how, wonderful, this. What brand, do most pet owners, prefer? Don't buy those, english muffins. There is nothing, that anyone, can do, for anybody, else. Put down the megaphone, nobody wants to hear, your bullhorn, bullshit. So many hours, so many hours, spent, digging graves. I was, completely, unable, to use my feet, it was, as if, they were, gone. We weren't invited, to the shitty party, I'm tired, of my own excuses, ads, for whiter, healthier, teeth, the, "tremendous savings," that are, ours, for, the spending. The log book, is useless, there is nothing, to write, in it. The workplace, becomes an extension, of your own, body. They pull down wires, to try to get, free electricity, they want to see, people, pulling out their penises, in the theater. Don't be afraid, of your navels. No more calls, from police stations, will be accepted, at this number. How can I, help, when, I've already, contributed, so much, to how twisted, things, have gotten? Now, twelve pages, behind, somehow, all that, "fun," I had, doesn't seem, so, fun, anymore. Blame your lousy, memory. Everyone, is oh, so, interested, in, fitness. The meeting, has yet, to be, set up. It sounds like a spoon, is stirring up, my brain. Your spouse, will/would, cheat, on you. Is this some elaborate, act, a new way, to sell flowers? I'd like to get out of here, but, there isn't anywhere else, to go. Naw, the sky, has already, fallen, make up something, new, to worry about. Now, the room, smells like, smoke. In my head, is a gigantic, cheese grater, that picks up radio waves, from Latvia. How can we, seal out, germs? All the pets, are in a coma, the dime store, workers, are all, on strike. You don't care, I don't care, can we leave, each other, alone, now? I once, survived a mugging, in which, I was stabbed, six times. To say the least, I am not feeling, attractive, right now. The domino's, get lined up, to fall. The corrupt, thrive, thrive, in this environment. So, how much does this place, pull in, on the average weekend, night? We make so (step on me) many, mistakes. They will never reveal, their secrets. It was illegal, what you attempted, to do, to me, I am, still, considering, whether, or, not, to press charges. We are not, normal people, no, you, and I, really, can't say, that we've, ever been, normal, but, to drive by, the banquet hall? The hair gel, isn't necessary, to our lives, few things, are. Decide, not, to get drunk, next time. Once I get the money, you’ll never hear from me, again. No matter, what the hell, choice, of employment, you choose, get ready, to be chewed up, and spit out. This is the rule, by committee, era. I’ll grease, you, you’ll, grease me, see? It is not enough, to love someone, not, nearly, enough, there is a lot more, to love, than what, is commonly, believed. The piano player, stood up, suddenly, and vowed, that he, would never play, again, the audience, just, sat there, totally, shocked. The enthusiasm, wanes, at which, time, we’re in trouble. Food, belongs in the refrigerator, not, stored, "for security, purposes," in a hole, in the basement. All of the vials, are mismarked, so that, if they, ever were, to raid, my lab, they would not know, what, each chemical, is, or, what it, does. Rust out, of the broken, wigwam, with a smile. After all, that, this? One, was hiding, in the middle of the swamp. I should’ve, known. Do not, self-cenosor.