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My lips were hanging on your lips, a contest could have been won. The tenth caller right now, will win this brand new, ironing board and iron! I like the idea of donuts, but do not condone the actual consumption, of them. When I attempted this new kind of mail everyone's talking about, it came back, address and identity cannot be found. Why... where are all these thoughts of custard chocolate milkshakes coming from? The people inside the wigwam, have lost all control. This love search of yours, you must stop it. You are a cow carcass that some maniac keeps on hand, to use as he sees fit, you know who you are. Don’t stop screaming until they listen. Defecate (paint!) brimstone, imbibe on the embankment. If you check your watch one more goddamn time, I am going to smash it into a thousand pieces. The fire smelled electrical. So shiny, so rash, so blitzkrieg, so done. Now I am out of breath, and obtuse. It wasn't my idea, for this to go horribly wrong. I smelled the shoes, to make sure that the smell wouldn't transfer. These are some frightening and startling sounds, they remind me of pre-birth canal pleasure. Well, we haven't yet infiltrated the carnival. I am starting to hear those noises! That's me, in the funny Panama hat. If you choose to call a Pantheistic atheism, a belief in God, so be it. The battle never ends, neither side ever gets even an inch forward. “Enemy hands,” has never been more of a worry, as it is right now. All I can say, is that any and every means of obtaining restitution, will be employed. Anti-everything, minimal contributions, uncompromised, multitudinal orbs? There was talk about communism, that was used to redirect the American public, in the same way that a care worker will redirect a retarded person from sticking a butter knife repeatedly, into an electrical outlet. Just as I thought, she's a hand washer. I have no business being even somewhat awake right now. Intensity is what killed me. We became the sounds, then we realized how silly and impossible that is/was. The "morning anger," caused me to lash out at whoever had to move their car, so that I could get mine out. I thought I was famous, at my most ridiculous, and pathetic. The weeks of contemplation are over, the bubbles will spill over onto the floor. Treat me the way I treat myself, and you’re gonna get schooled. This is not the time nor the place for a Wild West Show, midgets, or none. Was I there at that place? This city is large enough to hide in for years, without seeing anybody. The disease is spreading, in case anyone is interested. There was another murder, so people are in denial in regards to the issues which most often confront them. I wanted to mention my arrested development, but what the hell does it matter, at this point? If you try to destroy me, I will destroy you. Two seconds of warm glow, then, back to work. Let live, a barbecue grill. We talk a great deal about sheet metal. When X found out the impossibility of being one step ahead of everyone else, he went backwards. So you fell in between the bed and the chair? You are going to be very surprised to learn what is going to become history. Not only are we required to accept the new zip codes, but to embrace them. You've ism'd me right up the ass. This is a re-telling of an actual event, or events, that occurred. In the third act, Kristen will scream at the daisies wilting in the fields to straighten up, because soon, Grandma will be there. It was over by the math building, that it happened. These are my discharge papers, there will not be any more, a future has been found, and it's not that possible one, that I used to half think about/half not - way back then. An eternity can be two years, two months, or two days, even hours, depending on any number of actual, or imagined, factors. The new buildings all suck, they are in no way "modern," as is commonly claimed. That line, what was it?
Ten minutes after the ink dried, I knew my tattoo's were big mistakes. Move things a little bit over, and down. I'm going to be dead soon enough, hold on. What way are things going to go this time? All the old feelings, the ones I never thought would return, have come back. It is becoming more and more difficult, to move. The new golf wingtips, the crumbs under them, mysterious, one hundred times, avoid that sediment. He didn't wash just because everybody told him he had to. The asbestos will flood out and take over your souls. The "commitments," are really traps, to be caught in. If you try to hurt me in any way, I will hurt you, this is the way things shall be. I can't justify my own behavior, much less, anybody else's. I need a job worth working. What is the hang up, in other words, what is still stopping me? Do you have any fingerprints, I have no comment? The pool is full of goose shit, no one in their right mind would swim in it. Don't try to decode that foolishness, everything is all mixed together. This will stay with you, until the end. The grease stain is underneath the chair. Don't forget that small cleft of skin in between the vagina and sphincter, when your tongue is feeling randy. A fellow like me, must have a mask and a helmet. No matter how grand the effort, the same hollow results are achieved. Do you want to go outside? How can we destroy the images that have grown up around us? I wasn't watching closely enough, I see my mistake now. What are these bogus peeping Tom, jackoff charges? If I weren't so weak from this cancer, I'd slap you down to the ground. No, I do not believe that the statues are crying, the will is somehow an image, or the lawyers will get me off. Our indifference, our issues, these sanitized satirizations. No one is very willing these days, to give someone a second chance. Don't ask me to move, baby, I'll try to be there, take a message regarding the phone call. It flew right over, directly over me. My rage, anger, and hate, don't stop at the written word. There is the hepcat, a breakthrough, but it never seems to happen. Just you wait, this little sleeping cub, will rise. The future is not going to hold up any pictures from the past, to me. The concept of shoes confuses me. I'm a substitute teacher, walking in cold, with no lesson plan in front of me. A bunch of shoes attacked me in a glass house, which made perfect sense. You can count on being discriminated against, in some way. List your viruses, plan for your retirement, crush the empty boxes, call the counseling center. Swapping and swinging, didn't go on outside the club, when we tried to reclaim the use of our ears. I wish I could vomit on command. I never would have, or could have thought, that I'd wind up becoming the idiot that I've wound up becoming. Will there be any more dizziness today? Pus is oozing out of that thing, there is no proof of this. I was happy when everyone else was acting pissed off and alternative, too cool, tres sheik and so and so, it was not until I became those things, no one should get away with that. Don’t rub me on your tiptoes, stop. I’d rather you didn’t kill me (whoever you are), but, kindly hand me your gun, and let me pull the trigger; only say the word, and I shall be healed. The market will soon crash, it is bound to happen, and it will. There is no life after death, of course. When I think of that letter that I wrote to Martha, I can't help but to laugh, because it really was so full of acid rain tears, and confusion. Another "warning," in regards to where not to park. I'm more angry than they could be. Please stand by. This is more than a year old (two). Scrub out the sink, remove the debris.
This seems like swinging through the trees. Unsettle the doubtful, there is a deep heat coming from within, I still can't see the penis in the hair in that one commercial, though I don't doubt that it's there. Forbidden love, is becoming the only kind of love worth pursuing. I don't know how he did it, but he wet my pants. Marshal the revelers into the hoe-down. Exclaim your fishy, wishy-washy, foot smells. Wisdom is not a "French" thing. You don't scare me with you blaring insignias. The bad end, was one of many things, that was known about in advance. Cinder blocks are designed to make you all want to kill each other. No one mentioned anything about her reptile wrestling career, now, did they? The whole town was a mud slide. The sound of a saw going to work on a log just might be one of the best one's there are. You will never win against me, I've been a loser too long, I know it too well, to ever allow you, to return me to that role, those places. Don't hate the bovines, this is not sobriety. Freeze, put your hands up, get your hands up in the air right now (while pissing!). You think I'm unable, the truth is, I'm unwilling, no, I don't think I'll be there on Saturday, for this court date. You took my marijuana, everything got crazy, it happened, it shouldn't have, but it did. I did strange things, in the woods. The lyrics, are minimal. Stupidity is common, upsetting. The book is about not being good enough, but trying hard, anyway. The smell of pale, will leave you when the sun goes down. We’re going to stay sanguine. This is like running some crazy marathon, don't let the creature eat your corns. They behaved, abominably. Harpoon the horse, reel it in, slim. How could this happen to me, how could I do this to myself? My morality stems from being on trial too many times. Act legendary. It won’t work, don’t ever try that. It will likely be worse, for you. Stop reading, stop digging - there is nothing there. Grow on your detractors. Become a recluse. Sleep easy. Please remove your plexiglass panels from our backyard. Do the glad hand, listen to the sad, sad story, then, look the other way. Someone gave a copy of this to the police. Love it, hate it, shut the f, f, fuck up. I think that everything is in here. Don’t say don’t, a deserter. Decades are really, rather uneventful. They won’t read this far. It is very important for me to watch what I say. Anything to help us to forget, eh? How can I get this guy motivated? Admit your prejudices. The terror and fear are too great! We're a long way from the end. Listen, it was your idea to drive all the way over there and kill her, I didn't have anything to do with it. This is a strange kind of waking deja-vu. The paper may never come, it might just never come. Don't do the nasty with a truck, some things are obscene. What would have happened had I gotten in the whirlpool? There is a very little liberty, very little freedom. Was that a dream about the six pack of beer in the bag, or did it really happen? My eyes cannot stay awake, the sleep takes them over. Underline your stupid names in your lame-ass, fanzine books. A bolt of electricity applied to my sensitive areas, was designed to give me ideas other than the ones I had. My aim and intention, is to leer and taunt. The hesitant get way off track, get yourselves tested. Go ahead, hold the crowd, cough in church. It's usually dark, when I go out. Nothing of interest was ever found on any of my long, drawn out searches, for anything at all. You giggling fools, do not play warm-up, do not shift the blame off into the direction of what you think you are. That is one serious background, complete with orange, brown, yellow and green polka-dots. Ordinary people are taking turns smelling one another's dirty socks, in order to find any commonalties between themselves and their neighbors. The lieutenant stole the conductor’s wand. I’m gonna’ get the grease. Don’t get sucked into their falseness.