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Find your own unique ways through the darkness. I try too hard, to do too little, and it's truly exhausting. This is my last chance. What is this oil company going to do about my ten missing dollars? The wishy-washy days of being taken in the public restroom stalls, are over. Suck it in, the smells intermingle in such a way, that it seems they are designed to make you retch. Re-tell the story about the coat rack again. You're the Captain, the figs are all in line, the figs are all in line. Kooky, crazy, excitement, not inspired? The fetus, wanted to be aborted. You took my mobility, and shattered my confidence. When you get bored by the books, I'd like to say, go and fuck, but we all know these days, no one fucks. Twenty-three palms, or were they psalms? What the hell was going on in the area around the bathroom sink last night? Those who are full of doubt, are not in the worst shape, but close. The pressure to succeed, is huge. Fill in the spaces with the long, drawn out tales, of people you would have liked to have fucked, but didn't. Too many beers, whistles and emblems. When you're crazy, wanting to be well, doesn't change anything. We all share the same hive. Most people had a pretty good idea of what was going on, but didn't say anything. Well, originally, there were two hundred pages, but that got added to considerably, and it just kept going. Things got dry and sparkled, there was an embroilment! The electrical noises, sounded so much like natural chicken noises, I couldn't believe it. My movements are that of an airline stewardess, my arms dangle useless, they are not my wings, we are silk. I did it, I stole everything. The peanut made me sigh. I wipe my ass with eviction and repossession notices, and I never run out of that kind of toilet paper. Are we all going to get all stretched out here? Who do we have to pay off, to keep things going the way they have been going? She is an expert at making faces, I am an expert at making feces, so, you see, we go together well. I keep fading away. The medium is impossible to work with. The kitsch got out of hand, it all got out of hand. The couple was holding hands. They are up there, so it is assumed that they "deserve" to be, and that the fact that they're up there, makes them better than us, in some inconceivable way. I'm still pissed, but there are more important things to think about. Don't try to code word me, to meet at the rendezvous point! The corporate ladder has no rungs on it. Life underneath the overpass, led to many horrible things, that I still can't bring myself to talk about. Tell us about the scheme. Is there any way to hide away, from what I think it is I'm doing? Something altogether else, is required right now. If I see her, I’ll kill her, period. The scrawl is a mess, who do you think you are? I'd like to thank the guy who bought all of my CD's back in college, for the used bin, whoever he was. Dozens of skin grafts, and no changes have resulted. The wobble starts to topple. The dead are not missing anything, no matter how long ago they died. Taken so fast, so hard, I can't believe it myself. There is still such a long way to go, are we going too fast for pop tonight? Everyone is smiling, they must be faking, because there doesn't seem to be anything to smile about. We will paint the intimate portrait of the dirty underwear basket. The long conversation between the two torn apart pieces of my head, was, well, inconclusive. Stop saying things could be worse, that’s that. There certainly are no residuals to speak of. Slow down there, yellowhead. Finches drove up the price of crude oil, with their wings.
They are too busy fucking, to edit their screenplays? Now read three more, this way. A toast, to people too pure to spoil (and their children). Las Vegas, to put it bluntly, attacked me. If there were something I could do, I would've done it by now. You really shouldn't have gone down there. Feeling sick is only the first part of the problem. I managed to avoid the sting operation, the trap that they set for me (the authorities). I'm gonna’ wipe my bible, with your ass. Swear at somebody, tell them what you think. We threw bread to the ducks today, some seagulls, who were evidently lost, got some too. I needed a lot of money, six years ago, now, it doesn’t matter. It won’t be long, now (pfft). My brain doesn’t work like this, anymore. Change position, anything but the same old thing, the same old way. It takes five years of patches, and touch up’s. There's always dozing off into the mists. The prevailing mood to human life, is sadness. Don't even kid about snacks, here or now. Killings seem to be on the rise again, the statistics point towards some shocking new developments. Don't touch my cat. Just the idea of a jawbone being found in a backyard, makes me laugh - I don't know why. This is not a long drive through the naked countryside, though it still may have the same effect. The wind blew something into my eye, the wind! I was told not to make outright hostile threats, fuck you, I'll do whatever I want, asshole. Do you remember that one time, that I tried to light my body on fire with kerosene? They grew up on your newspapers. I’m not going to let them turn this manifesto, into several, damn pamphlets! What else can be done, aside from what we're already doing? It is important to try very hard, to live with the hunger, because it's never going to go away. There are blank spots, I am you, fuck yourself. You promised the flock, kitty! It's difficult to lay claim to the kind of thing that I want to see. There isn't going to be any stumbling moment with the lampshade. Who was it who told me when I was young, that mushrooms were pig's vaginas? I use tampons, I think they work wonders, I refuse to shit. We used to act so silly, but that was before. How many times can I listen to you recite your same boring stories, and do only the things that you want to do? Help me to cure the sickness, I'm more bored and sick of myself and my life, than in anything else. She asked me what I was planning on doing after this was over, good question! Is that a real thumb on top of my desk right now? The smells are... they seem to be getting worse, I need some help! There was an apocalyptic feeling in the air immediately surrounding the college campus. The crimes that are being committed, are becoming more and more incomprehensible. Nothing good has ever happened to me, that wasn't tied up in, or caused by, something bad. I hate you, your pussy isn't even that good, hot, tasty, etc. Where has all the time gone (yet again)? The courts that say that the death of a writer should not attract any attention? My body is doing things I never thought it would do, without permission. Yeah, I threw up at Rolly Polly's smell, so would you have. You can't pay me enough to do nothing, milk time, and watch myself eat away at myself. I work every day, not enough. Remember what it used to be like? Court appointed attorneys have to suck up to the asses of the judge, prosecutor, and other assholes in charge, to be able to keep their precious and petty, cushy ass, high-paying jobs, in whatever hamlet, or province, they desire to work in. My silky, velvet ass is for me only (to sit on). This was for you, at first. At least twice more! Why do I even have a boss, anyway? We've been through this too many times. What sort of crazy things do you think are going to happen next? When I asked you for a napkin, I must admit that I was angry, when you handed me a pair of pants, you should know better. We see challenges, not the pointless and ridiculous things we do, day in, and day out. Don't fear for your kids drawings. Pools are for swimming. Leave the obvious, but don’t consider yourself original. Now is not even the word…
It doesn't matter what I want to buy for so and so, I'm less than penniless. The calf asked me for a couple of cigarettes. Don't make me want to expose you. There isn't one person left, who can't be replaced. Plug your nose and get to work. We would all like to bring this matter to a close, but some cases are always open. She had a Polish name, I can't remember what it was. I'm sick of doing things at your convenience, it's time that you tried to fit in a little better, with my schedule, in fact, I'm not going there today, it's my day! Why does there always have to be a particular thing that kills us, such as cheese? There is always someone sitting in a particular spot here. Inspiration comes and goes, rarely, though sometimes, benefiting us. Who the hell cares what was going to happen, it's not going to, hmm, this could mean lots of things. There is nowhere to hide. I personally have never heard of that author, he must be a novelist, writing about trains and buses, coming and going, with people on them, and so on. Students, revolt against what it is that you're becoming! I can honestly say, that I don't think about anything, anymore. This is a long way from Alphabet Street, sailor. Some tree branches creak in the wind, others gently rattle together, like wind chimes. Look, you don't have such a hectic social schedule, I'm not calling, I'm just coming over. I wasn't there when the Danube... I found out too late to do any good, that I was the corn field. Is that spider crawling outside, or inside, of the window, and which side do I inhabit? Codify that armor, avoid temptation, tolerate the grating and scraping, of metal on metal. To say that I'm sick of it all, would be an understatement. I attempted to kill him, because he attempted to kill me, it was nothing personal. Dozens of elderly, this is the place. My mission has been to exhaust all that there is to say, and to profit from it. We are required to remain passive and undisturbed, to not make a fuss; to work, to collapse, to die. The people in those photographs, keep attacking me. The rain water didn't take very long to fill the bowl that was left for the raccoons, on the back porch. The walls, and several other things, will soon be liquefied. Would you mind filling out your forms, more correctly? The cars tailgate must have caught a gust of wind, that just threw it off the bridge. This is a waste of time, this. What was up with that picture of that stranger in your wallet? It sounds like the monkey, is in some kind of trouble! Remember that one time, I got stuck on top of the flag pole? He's picking on his beard, I think he's lost his mind. The multi-media idea, is pretty much toast. This all has the uncanny resemblance to watching a piglet have a nightmare, and not waking it up, kissing it, and telling it everything's o.k. When you look for trouble, you'll find it. The agents tried to give me cancer, with secret, high tech dart guns. We are not going to cover the swap meet. When you have to be up at ten, it's not a good idea to go to bed at seven. When I thought that I was studying, it was I, myself, that was being studied. Today, is for nothing, tomorrow, will be dedicated to even less. Synchronized swimming, so many life preservers. Our brains are peculiar balls of yarn, indeed. It’s all in vain. Blood in the urine, does not equal good things. We’re not so very mysterious. Catch turtles, near the swamp. All you are in that venture for, is money, well, more power to you. The cat will not stop, meowing. People like me, are supposed to die at a lot younger age, than I currently am, right now. It's returning. In retrospect, thank goodness, things wound up the way they did. Nobody knows what’s going on, a few will pretend. It’s glorious, just glorious. The echo, the echo. I predicted your very death, and received no credit for it. Decide to go there, nude. I set myself up, for a great, big fall. The wrong issue was brought up with me, the wrong words were used. We are all on our own. This is just like sleeping. We’re in a hurry, man (no ballyhoo). Everyone else, only cares about themselves. I always got treated like a screw-up, which, I guess, I was, even though, I didn't want to be, it was a role I got assigned early on, and I played to a "t," now, I have no role to speak of. Don’t become any weirder than you “thought you were.” It’s way too long. Converge, into the warmth.