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No, I'm not a bigot, or discriminatory, I hate everyone, equally! Our hopes rest entirely on our own shoulders, bitter consolation, indeed, but all there is. I ended up being perceived as worse than a fool. You’re your best, isn’t good enough, try booze. Punctuate the penetration, with pure and clean fluids. We swallow whatever they shoot out (celebrities). This isn't even a good suicide note! There is still a hipster thing happening, but it changes. I've lost my drive, and... all I can say, is that I've got to get it back. Writing makes me sick to my stomach. The goal is to make this worth buying, when I say "worth" buying, that's what I mean. How dare you rub your dicks against our Achilles heels, I'm not gonna’ play toe touch with any of you people. This is all a big game with me, an act. I kept getting hammered into the landscape, I ran off, shrieking. Why are you wearing all orange? Do you want to hear about our mysterious illnesses, the ones the government gave us? What's the loss, really, should I be obliterated in some high speed accident? The turntable no longer turns. There is no reward for being good, there is punishment for... The long awaited, manic, public disturbance, is never going to happen. There is no reason for this at all, nor do I think that I'll ever come up with a good reason to explain why I sit here, writing this crap, day after day... there can't be a reason. Remember the things that you want to forget the most. Has my head reached the absolute limits of it's stretching capacity? How could my hands still be hurting? She knows about budget restraint, but how many years would she let it... This is sort of a period of processing, nothing to worry about. My life sucks so bad, that to even say that... I feel all sorts of resentment building, there is a definite counterdrive to my usual one. Numb me from my goals. There is a big difference between playing with yourself, and exposing yourself. I am a victim all around, from certain things. I'm fixed in this place, where the same things keep happening. There is no party/fun/excitement, we should know that by now. I don't have any credentials! When my wife divorced me, things were brought up that... let's just say, that I am not an advocate for marriage. To say that nothing is working out right, would be an understatement. I make myself sick. It's all shit, well, most of it is. We overwear out favorite shirts. It isn't that big of a deal, but when you're stolen from, and you know you're being stolen from, it is probably a good idea to confront the thief immediately, rather than letting them do it. This brand is so much more peanutty. We're going home, we can't go home, we don't know... Once you stop growing there are problems to avoid and approach. My forehead looks like a Russian road map, northern Russia. Yes, I am retarded, but does that mean that I have to live my life as a second class citizen, in this way? I saw you over there, so many fireflies, not now, but you know what I mean. The sub and unconscious pull into addiction, is almost a hypnotic voodoo (that kills). We're made for all the shitty things that happen, it would certainly appear so to me. That chick was so stoned, she literally bounced down the hall. I really can't tell what's possible, and what's impossible, anymore. Well, I guess I need twelve hours of sleep? Why do I say the things I say, act the way I do? Have a go at it, but don't expect anything. Soon, you will start to see it happening. People prosper who shouldn't, while people who deserve much better, go down in flames. Harken back to the old boots. The rock salt horse near the abandoned house? Any of a number of terrible things could happen. He knows his mathematics, thus, no bad stuff is ever likely to happen to him, his family. It was only a building. Venal, or the other type? Swish in, as if you were valiant. There is semen on the pillow.
No one except me, has any expectations for this, no one else cares, at all, and won't. You forgot the fucking mustard, not me. The world is vicious and horrible, but, so what? Start double checking, my friend. If you double check again, I'll kill you. There is a way to put a stop to weeds and other lawn killers. Know what's on both sides of the rock in the garden. How to describe this noise, post orgasmic? Show me what goes on on the inside of your pants, I won't tell. What I should be doing, is always the opposite of what I am doing. She stole my silk shirt, several bracelets, a few sex toys. The fly away fear just happens, it's hard to explain why. For some reason, I miss the elementary school playground right now. The horns tend to remind the listener of Egypt. You are the thing, with life, limb, et. al. The leper was given an encore. Smash the funhouse mirror you keep looking into. Well, no, I can't imagine myself being very much. What era was that from? Major editing is in order, indeed. Tune in and tune out to last words, and the second guessing. Most of us deserve all the pain we have, and then some. The finality of the end, was such, that there was no doubt in anyone's mind. They called it sliderule schizophrenia (what I had). There were a lot of other places with phones, why did you happen to pick that one? Go back and forth past the halfway house, that looked abandoned. See, I keep to myself a great deal of the time. The thing is, there is nothing. Thanks for sharing, Mister (a little bit drunk, from being too sober). Wanting to, wanting to, and doing absolutely nothing. The doctor said the damage was too great, and that they'd have to remove my penis. Whatever happened to the man who was so sane, that he finally flipped? This must be in some way unlawful. La, la, and wa, wa, the feelings of inferiority, and inadequacy. Most of the dudes around here, are addicted to something, themselves. This pen cap stress test, has become a source of grief, causing about faces, causing me to sit at the intersection, for hours. See, I don't know what I'm feeling, but they make me fill out this form. David, we may be going a little overboard here. Being a day behind, the way things are going now, you'll be lucky to finish anything at all. Let's check the temperature on that urineanalysis sample. When I do it, there probably will be a mess, I want to apologize to whoever has to clean it up, personally, right now, so, thank you, and I am very sorry for the mess. My week as a whole, was sort of dull. What the fuck kind of fix have I gotten myself into this time? In and out of closets of one kind or another, trying to hide this, or that, from him, or her. Most of the furniture would have to be given away. It/God, is truly dead, but some of us already knew that, and couldn't act surprised at the funeral. Let's fill in a few real lines between the lies. You did things to the lunch meat that are incomprehensible to me, just... wrong. I can't quite believe I've caused so much discord and dishonor, but I have. They just give us snippets, and expect us to live on them. Oh, it’s like a steady stream of various, and assorted, gases. This smorgasbord, for real! There is something about me, which is probably more evident to other people, which people find utterly despicable. As it was, it wouldn’t have cut it. It's no use sitting around waiting for phone calls, there will be none. There is a secret hidden photograph, and it's up to us to find it. I tried to write a psycho-biography, of that man who couldn't tell if he was insane or not. No car washes, I am quite adamant about that. I am enclosing documents in order to prove that what I claimed, was correct. This is the last time that I will become infatuated with... Whoa, look at that one! Don't share any more secrets with strangers, that probably should remain secrets. I assume that the following will make a difference, lesson thirteen which reads eight, is completely wrong, as is. Take it, one bit at a time, accept it, get through it, live it, become it. I’m harmless, and this bothers me. My testicles have been removed. Slice it, like a whole melon. We skipped the wrong phases…
The best smell in the world, is that of a fresh, new book. I don’t want to accept that. Worried? The tuna is wet, yet dry. So desperate, that I just reached out and grabbed (well, I was arrested). Oh, yeah, all I do these days is worry! I ran a red light last night, my life is over, whether I die tomorrow, or in forty-seven more years. At the sound of the handclasp, the spectacle begins, the machine gun fires. The faces that we make, deceive even ourselves. It may take a little bit of time, but it'll all work out. Have you ever tired of the unusual drawings and messages, kids draw on fogged up bus windows? Act like machinery. Anyone who ever does or says anything to me, that upsets me, or pisses me off, is going to get sued, I thought I should inform you now. Something has affected me, so that I cannot stop listening, even though I don't want to. I just want the simple, small things, and I’m being prevented from getting them. When I got my arm caught in the lathe, there was such horrible pain, not to even mention the sound of my flesh, being wrenched away. Is there any way that any of you nameless, faceless people, can forgive me for all the rotten things I've done? The thrills of the widow, are unknown to anyone but herself. Now is definitely not the time for depression to kick in. Take this time you've been graciously allotted, to play catch up. I asked you for a solution, you gave me a box to put my personal effects into. Pose for the assention of Saint Anselm, go to the place where hoses are sold. Perhaps we could try something a little more masculine than pink, along the trim of the doors. Take another name off the membership list, yet another business just went under. The world is designed for younger people than me. I'm not critical of the system, I usurp it, I am beyond and above it, catch me if you can. Standing there, ostensibly normal, called a freak, getting nervous. When I fell into the basement, I told myself that I would make them sorry for luring me. No one is going to change their mind. Notice how the voices match the feedback. These funny people, these funny, funny people, I didn't even want to be there. Much sitting has to take place, before anything strange and inexplicable, is very likely to occur. The main narrative has gotten lost. They took my art, I wasn't advised of my rights. I can say whatever I want, whenever I want, to whomever I want. I do not want anything else to worry about, even if I secretly do! Tanked, excess and jilted, we set out for the ball. I wanted to say something about manufacturing or manufacturers, but, I wisely remained silent. I am currently very paranoid about getting busted, I don't want to know, but I do, and thus, I am pissed at myself. Is it drugs that make young people act this way? You want a wild ride, you'll get one. I keep thinking it's Will, that I see walking on the road. A man appeared from underneath the stairs. To say that I've let myself go, is an understatement, my spine got horribly twisted out of alignment. My hand automatically falls down there, it's an on purpose, accident. Is it time to fill in, or start over? The birthday plans were squashed. Please, no excess excitement on the volleyball court. My job is a total waste of time, it can't even be considered a job, it's so under employed, that it's unemployed. It's not me in those police sketches, I'm not John Doe, please, leave me alone. We sat there, ruined our night by eating stale bagels and drinking coffee. Our confessions and revelations, don’t go as far as they should.