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There is a power that many amongst us possess, that we don't know about, a secret kind of thing. Things like this happen all too frequently, people becoming sort of dispensable, no, disposable. Once the news crews get into the picture, all will not be "Happy Meadows," around here. My noggin is stuck in neutral, but I'll get it undone. We never did find out exactly what that guy was doing in the bushes. Another bloody shooting death, and what not. We've all got attachments, especially the people who think they don't. The "human family," is divorced and dysfunctional. This was supposed to be good, warm feelings, I have none. Someone, somewhere, just vomited. The theory of your life, involves sensory overload, doesn't it? Is the guy in the van a pervert, or a cop, looking for perverts? It is a very difficult thing, trying to make sense of it all. The thing is always on me, I'm not marketable, having learned no skills. Give me back my house plants! Everyone that I knew back then, was pulling some kind of scam. This is worse than being lost. There ain't no missus, in this here houseboat. People are getting that Spring fever, where things start happening. I'm trying to think of things I've left behind (not much). These are serious parking problems here, everywhere in the immediate vicinity. It's kind of hard to say, what this all means. I was locked in the green room, for what seemed like hours. Take your suit coat off, before going to sleep, for once. Our trouble, is the permanent kind. Hippie girls walk by with their tits hanging out, causing, well, sensations. Rubbing certain things a certain way, leads to certain thoughts. Use the swollen catcher’s mitt, to catch your spouses uncommunicated thoughts. The whole world is a word game, but you already knew. These sounds are not giving me good, warm, positive feelings. Some kind of Friday, must have just passed us. It's not my purse on the dashboard, I really don't know what it is, what was that? Afraid to ask for assistance, this is as much as you can gather? They have all the information they need on me, I wish they'd go away now, and leave me alone. This is what happens when you've been kicked down to the ground, one time too many. Lost in all directions, equates to not knowing what to do. Pens, pencils and straws imbedded in your skin, from being, "lost inside the last." What was said at the riverbank, has been forgotten. All I'm good for is hiding out like this, trying not to be seen, weaklinging my way across some subdivision. Get climbed all over? I'm so sick of these veiled threats, from apartment dwellers. My life (two seconds) just passed before my eyes, in real time. Well, eventually, grief wanes, yes, but we want you to stare at the deceased, just a short bit longer. Is there an ocean around here? They sold hundreds of counterfeit perfumes. My sleepwalking voyages have gotten more and more peculiar. Try to make up some anecdotes, and enjoy the silence to a point, share the chatter in our heads. The prizes underneath the seats, didn't apply to everybody in the audience. Too many mistakes are being made, from too many people, all around, for there not to be a ripple effect, copy-cat crimes. Morass road, is morose, the people realize that there is a sense of place, and entitlement, here. There is always going to be someone pretending to plant bulbs while something strange is going on inside the house. Oh, I'm still pissed about the stolen ten dollars, no, I didn't forget about that. One X, will never like, or trust, another, they prefer Z's, who they are usually totally incompatible with, from the start. Well, that's a very interesting thought, do not write that one down! Nobody is ever going to be able to call me sick, again. Don’t let them get away with it. Too much is being traced back. Welcome to Snafu City (not in Japan). I can’t get excited. Tingles no longer occur. Why? Don’t ask! Screw the primordial capacity, screw the view from there, on a Spring day, screw everything. I have let things happen that I shouldn't have, I've done it in the past, and I'm doing it now. Can’t win this fight. Originate something. So out of control, and into her pants. We are the unexpressed. When you're more than upset, when nothing can be done, when the whole system... this book is about standing still. Pleasure her.
I swear that if you take my book on leprosy, I’ll write about flowers opening, swimming, and milkmen, for the rest of my life. What I never thought was going to happen, is about to. Maybe I'll help construct the Ferris wheel, this may all seem funny, but I doubt it. I'm not much of a person, I've lost every modicum of confidence I ever faked. People are too hard to please. We're off, but the tingle of feeling, like at the start of a race, is gone. The orange button doesn't actually do anything. The cops came by, I didn't tell them shit. This job has ruined my life, I want out. There was a definite anger, when our cleaning was interrupted. The kitchen is the present moment. Sure, it's a park-like setting, but is it worth 850 a month? Go in there and get a pie, that's fine. Please, don't strike the child, the world is bad enough, we've all already got two strikes against us. She could put on quite a fine strip-tease. We wandered the length and breadth of the strip mall, and didn't see anything. It only looks like I'm going somewhere, when I'm driving around in my car, in actuality, I am driving aimlessly, for no reason. The pond was drained several years ago, the mechanics of which, I still don't quite understand. The sound of doors slamming, has just become too loud for me. It’s chance encounters, and lucky left turns, at this point. Suddenly, I'm some screw-up, that they discuss ever so briefly, before I actually show up, late, in need of a shower, etc. Pick at the holes where the worms were, on my own, dead, self. You know your own stipulations, mental trips, traps, and tricks. All our worst fears, are becoming actual, terrifying events. A bust ass day, now, means doing two things, maybe. What was the deal with looking at the reflection of the pattern off the jacket? Do you listen to any serious jazz? You eat wood, you crazy deer. Famous last words; that was not salad! It's always been a process of dragging things out too long, in order to reach some goal. If it isn't one thing, to drive you crazy, it's something else. Look for the fake plastic owls, there's one. Nothing is quite so pleasant as the distant, or semi-distant, sound of a train rumbling past. I can't hide it, it's too obvious, and can't be ignored. There is nothing like seeing a wrist being slit. Your ethics are all false, oh sorry, I'm talking to myself. The people I thought were my friends, never were, and the friends I wanted, turned out to be my worst enemies. Perhaps you already know all you need to know, then again, I doubt that. People have taken to stealing the wrought iron gates, off old cemeteries. We had a suspicion, and we were right, which almost never happens. Would you please throw that thing in the trash? I don't care what show is going on where, I just don't. You think you're Mr. Funny, but you're not. We're going on the slide, we're getting on the slide. They gave me the dandelion asbestos, the calypso stairwell falling, soon followed. I’ve got a lot of unfulfilled longings, as you can see. You win, I mean, let's fight. The bumper stickers to long-defunct radio stations, can still be seen, in a lot of places. As for sorrow, yeah, we know all about that. How can I get out of this current mess, that I've created around myself? Wait, don't answer that. The culprit of the crime, may surprise you jaded Americans, yet. Erase what I just ate, out of my mouth. Maybe it's time to sleep, oh goodness, gracious me. That guy was going to say something about how I shit in his toilet, I don't want to see, or talk, to anyone. So much dust, it must be that most things, are not often used. Well, my particular disease, has gotten worse, but I'm not saying that matters, I only try to state the facts. Somehow, we get sucked into knowing and caring about things that, we shouldn't (for our own good) know anything about, or care about, at all. At this point, the tongue lashings you receive, should be from your own tongue, not somebody else's. It just doesn’t seem right to me, the whole book just seems off, incomplete. I know, it’s like an egg with a double yolk. The shelf/shelves. No chit-chat. He killed a hummingbird (he thought it was a moth). Put your face inside of the air conditioner. What have I forgotten? I’ve just been asked to host the telethon. Just, add stuff in.
I fucked myself, as a girl, in another world, or, a different reality, from this one. I just don’t have any interest in that, I don’t care, I don’t know. Regulate the blood flow. One bad review, and bang, that ought to tell you a little bit about my fortitude, and the thickness of my skin. Is that masking tape in your closet? Someone must have left some food in my car, and it is rotting in there. Horse drawn buggies, connect you and the market place, in minutes flat! Sketch a little robot, draw him fairly. We're going to be getting laid soon, oh, thank you, Ms. Mondo Psychic, tell them what they want to hear. Who knows what crazy things have been proven? This is going to leave a scar. Tonight, I am only going to pretend, to sleep. The police only seem to be around after the crime has been committed. Tell me, please, is my head sort of exploding beyond? Usually, we're polite, but we get sick of it. Time expired, here come the cops. Look, if you will, at how much money your company makes (where you work), then look at how much they pay you, there's no fucking way. Don't imagine yourself floating around up there, with your neck bent backwards. I am a monster, in need of treatment, I think that I'm going to be late for my meeting. Do not hit my car, bitch. Never talk to, or around, anyone who is present, as if they were not in the room. Ray, you tried to fuck my girlfriend, I'll get you back. Don't go crazy by knocking over shopping carts, they'll...What was the name of that one woman, who smoked cigarettes, with her vagina? To the proper grandma's, wearing those boxy sunglasses, right on! Sure, there's pain and discomfort, but we go forward. Thank you for the enclosures, they sure came in handy. That guy reminds me of glue. This is not just the standard edge, things that everybody out there, is already perfectly used to. Well, it all began as a hoax, like the boy in the well, and it took off from there. Here's your wooden mount back, olive, now give me back my castor oil. A fall from even a relatively short roof, can break your legs. They hired me to update a few training programs, about six years ago now. You go on and do something then, you crazy whale. Here comes the fever again, sort of a fit, kind of a fever, it's happening right now. We didn't have anything better to do, we cleaned again, that took, oh, an hour! As you know, there is nothing quite as boring, as a grocery store parking lot. Let the bugs live, just let the little bugs live. You are a note. Tell the patients where you are taking them, before you start pushing their wheelchairs around. Remind me of why I'm here, again. My wishes are only to get my hands on some of that. No one is going to be impressed with your 1986 histrionics, attempts to be cool and what the fuck? Dead cow carcasses were everywhere, it was a horrible scene. What we do not want, are lawsuits. There is a great deal of trouble, but none of it really applies to me, right now, or, this time out. The wind blew our canoe into the lake, and halfway across it. All people disobeying those easy to read signs, will be prosecuted. I hope that I do get fired, I just don't care anymore. Someone did something to your seat? Enjoy the few, short moments of calm, before the torrential downpours, the wind howling, like banshees through the void. Look, I am not at your... deep feelings of resentment, are flooding over me now. No one lives across the hall anymore. Go psychedelic. There is a big difference between unable, and unwilling. You'd better, if you expect us to empty your parking meters, every single day, or, I'm telling you right now, we are going to steal, maybe rob you blind. Of course, now I'm not going to get paid back. When you can't walk from here to there, and the bleeding will not stop, it could very well be that you're in trouble. With traces of our pasts, still on us, we barrel on. What in the hell can I do about the strange and unusual things that happen, and that continue to happen? Too many strange looks, I didn't do anything, nor am I likely to, at all. I can hardly believe that this is something, that I’ve even done. The riddles are too mighty to unravel. This is slow work, that doesn't get, or give, anybody, anything. The elephant print pajamas gave us reason enough to rejoice. Well, I've never actually met the person who is supposedly, "in charge," of one, so... The tar pit has sucked me in, and there is no getting out again. I will talk in riddles, you will drop names. Our sponsors are backing out. The scent of America, is gasoline. Is conservative possible, things being as they are? We’re expected to rush out to the store and buy. No satisfaction, ever. Ground level ozone warnings!
This is the end, get out of my way, almost. Well, everything is the exact opposite of the way they should be, you people can't see this. The flipover crashes, always seem to occur in the fast lane. You could say, that I've got nothing better to do, but I'd be likely to disagree with you. The problem is that, eventually, looking isn't enough, which is something to be worried about. No one used the sitting room. Start in on the smooth trees, work your way up to actual knots in the tree, the advanced plan, is the trunk portion of a taken tree (think up something). Why did you buy the hardcover, man? The compass pointed North, from there, it didn't care. They patrol, and look for trouble, and if they find it, you're going to hear about it. If you go more than twenty six miles from town, I'm going to hear about it. Well, see, waiting is not an option anymore. One can only surmise, what is going on in the back of that car with the tinted windows. Make up a brand new head. These unusual pains in my legs and knees, may never go away. In the middle of the night, I heard someone yell, "peeper," and shots were fired (space). There is a crazy feeling, we were in the conception phase. What have you people done to my wife, my life, and why? It just (corrugated boxes) happened to be lunch hour, I'll have to send another thank you card. You imitated me, I patiently looked at you. It’s never done, is it? Conflicting reports are coming back, in regards to where "the past" is, or went. Don't pick the wax out of your ears, with an old pen. Who inverted this picture? Why can't I stop scratching? That dude in the van over there, is the real weirdo. By my own admission, there are a few things to work on, to say the least. The country around here, is so primitive - there's almost no way to avoid a nervous breakdown. It may or may not, take two months, we'll see. Revise me, or at least, let me know that I exist. The hull is all tarnished now, it's no longer any good. Great gobs of enthusiasm, what's going to happen next? Who were those people who were screaming, and carrying on there? There is no hope for you, whatsoever, I feel very sorry for you. What got me started on all of this, was a bad case of nerves, a sandstone sculpture. Nothing rhymes, but we've known for quite a while, that nothing really has to. I am writing about you, right now, gorgeous, smile for me again. The grooming station had to close, it was spending more than it was making. I've overdone it on the hubris, again. The thrashing on the dance floor like a maniac; pants falling down, dick falling out. That's the thing for you to do (what you've never thought of before). We got snagged! So many people are on medication these days, that it seems like the minority, don't. I'm talking about psychotropic/psychiatric drugs. To try and be social, to discover a general mandate, a basis in reality? Disappear to be seen, watch the watchers, I want to rock, but this is neither the place, nor the time. We came here to work, not to hi-ho, and hippy dip our way to Valhalla. We must get back, to clean street. No time for soup right now... you... you all have hats on. Not even one thing is done. Well, yeah, it's upsetting. It should be two weeks, I just don't know what happened. A man started sawing taxidermied animals apart, whales were singing, heartbeats… then, everything went totally crazy… the lasers, and so on. Well, to be bored with being bored... there is absolutely nothing happening. Watch out for the peculiar feeling of panic, that can be... ah, jump off the boat, there's no reason to stay on the thing, anyway. This... if this were lost, I would exhibit all kinds of emotions, but at bottom, this doesn't matter, nothing does, and not even in a nihilistic, pessimistic way, either. After all this time (still), nothing. The intoxicated, are taking too long to sober up. I despise so much, so many people… It ends, somewhere around that point. Soon, I will replace my mind, with somebody elses