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Not very marketable, is it, boss? We’re at the beck and call of these animals. None of us ever "forget," a goddamn thing. Give in to lust. Post no bills, this means you. What's the matter with your leggings, baby? Nothing much can be said, I guess looking the part, is some kind of prerequisite. Look, they are going to kill you, until you’re dead. Things need to open up, just a little bit. When yelled at, I yell back, now. What causes us to do one bad thing, may not only, cause other good things, but avoid even worse things, in another area, unrelated, seemingly, to it (nobody knows how the brain works). The head cracks open and swells up, immediately, turns sort of a purple-blue, dark color, and bleeds, bleeds quite a bit. I don't want to drive through town again, something else has gotta’ be tried. Things get so bad, that to even think back to them/it/whatever, is nearly impossible. Many books have been read, the results of which, have gotten me nowhere and nothing. It seems like that whole thing, had to do with someone else. Don't even think about her. Please try to keep your terrorist acts confined to your own countries, people. I'm not even sick, or tired, really, I'm fucked up, in that strange kind of way, that fucked up people, are fucked up! The ham was rotting in the basement, people told me this was a good thing. The notch of intent, the glare of the people who went the wrong way, the hopscotch box, the end of the fabulous seeds. The first domino has already fallen, it's just a matter of time now, until the end. I am worse off than the patients that I treat, which, usually is the case. Look, I never did anything in any tent, with anybody. The lights are on, but nobody's home, is what used to be said. How far along are we here? The gates were crashed, we can what? Walks. The latest delusion involved being a high elected official in Canada. She had half of her foot, in her mouth. Brush your own hair, this "hometown boy," is getting soft-dough, not the good kind, no more celebrations. The gray ghost will ride no more. We spend too much time in the past. Keep the comic books out of my side of the room. The kissing contest didn't last long, we live no events suitable for television. People like me stalk, I feel like a redundant jerk, wait, I am. The ghosts will ride shotgun with you, if you've let the get-go, slide. It was put in, moved around, pulled out. This is about not returning phone calls, for the most part. I don't like, or care about, anyone, or anything, really. Waiting to belch... (you’re not Siamese) waiting to belch, thank you! Please remain calm, the eye looks only at what it wants to see. Technology, holding hands with people, so warm, so loving. A fart to throw Egypt into further turmoil, than it's already in? One more time, I am a person, believe me, that you do not want to meet. None of our brains work anymore! Ralph decided he didn't really want what he thought he did. Everything I've ever done, has been "a bad idea". The only thing that I would ask you to do for me, if I could, and you wouldn't mind, would be to tell me something, anything, that I don't already know. I don't want to go, I probably won't. He was a son of a bitch, no offense to his mother intended, maybe he's changed, maybe he hasn't, but he was a bastard! Nothing about myself, makes sense. Unbutton your top button, it's fun time, dig? If I were to drop dead right now, put your cigarettes out on my forehead. If there isn't wheezing and heaving, what's the point of it? How did things get so bad, I only looked away for a second? Special conditions apply, but there are things that can be done to... man, why did I ever start doing all this shit? I mean, I suck, I'm not even a writer at all, I'm a fraud. Make fun of me, I dare you. Prices are fixed. I should just admit who I am.
It is as if an alternative life were being played out parallel, and out of conjunction with, my own. Don't talk to me in Southern, about your white power, shit stick, nonsense. The fatal flaw is birth, I want to crush and smash something, I'd better go lie down. By this point, I'm surprised that there's any gravel out there at all. Why should you care (you shouldn't)? I don’t have an alibi (from idea, to it’s inception), because I didn’t commit the crime. One of the biggest problems, is that too many things, are not up to us. If only there were something I could have done before, hell, if only I could do something, now. No, no, please, not there. Back to the auto repair shop, yet again. The most horrible scream imaginable, preceded the fatal blow. It’s been a long time since we were bothered by mere, “pet peeves.” It’s always, “just beginning.” Call me the bounce back, bounce along, slob! A lot of things wouldn't have happened, and the other way, you know what I mean. By choice, the choice was made, to do nothing. You try staring into a light bulb, and then you tell me if seeing Chinese characters floating through the yard, is all that strange. Tell me your secrets, the dirt you have on so and so, thus far. Three handshakes, embarrassment, tax, limitation, amendments, free coffee. I have no excuses whatsoever, for my poor and miserable showing in life. Now I'm being subtly yelled at, which is what I guess that I deserve. It was a look of terror, and even physical pain, that I believed that I saw on her face, even though it wasn't "real." Years of occasional talk; excuses, blame, waiting, wondering, ups and downs. I just choose to wear soiled underwear, lady. Don't spend too many hours in parking lots. It's always the same, you've got to watch what you say. Does fish talk fit this particular situation? No way, you cannot get up again, you cannot go out there again. Help me to get out of the fruit mold. The old jerk didn't pass the penny test. Use a straw, get it all out of all the corners, nooks and crannies. Who hasn't, written a book, or a script? When I say anything, I don't mean it? What is the sensation of this? We do not advocate dancing, or swaying, biscuits, or structure. I needed to do what I just did, for a reason. Our existence's are most definitely questionable, debatable. Vanity is what has made me do most of the things I've done, and I didn't think I was vain. Who to sue to... suffering, the damages. I just want to have something to do, be on a tractor, anything, anywhere. I'd buy you everything, no, you don't "know me," the trouble is, once the market collapses, for good, we'll see what the hot-shots are made of. My goodness man, comb your hair more slowly and carefully. If you insist on kicking me when I'm down, I'll bite your face off. The serious meaning, of one less setting of china at the table. I'm not "doing well," but so what? Another pain, another empty can, or bottle, this superstar whorehouse, is driving me absolutely over the hill, way too fast. Nobody is cool, high school is over. You will wait a while, baby, and come to the exact same conclusions that I have. Yeah, somebody fucked me up. There is no way I'm going to trust "the voices," again, not after what they put me through, last time. You want to be number one? We already know what it's like to lose, we want to try things a different way, for a while. She's as cold as a broken machine, like a retired nun, living in exile somewhere. Fire me now, let's spare ourselves the suspense. I'd probably be very surprised, by what's out there. So ugly and greasy, umgghgghh! The ideas that will never happen, be done, the cleft between those things. It's just been too easy, baby, I don't want to "let anything happen". It was a beautiful dream, that will only come true, if I write it down, there was nothing real, or possible, about it. Each and every thing we encounter, or come into contact with, changes us, alters the courses our lives take, but we don't encounter enough. What has me chained down, has got you, too. The little nugget, like a popcorn kernel, almost popped out from deep inside my throat, but then, decided not to. There is no such thing as a friendly, neighborhood milkman, anymore! There was a really weird, high-tech rocket/telescope, behind the castle, a crowd gathered. We don’t know what to say. As a species, we’re fucked.
Maybe most of the trouble stems from the fact that my life is too pleasant, for what I deserve (doubtful). A little honest criticism, is just what I need right now, so of course, I can't find it. The better things are, the worse I get, I guess. It's all a real, swirling mess. They drag me around like a doll, introducing me to this person, and that person. The fact of the matter, isn’t worth going into, at this time. No pauses, no indeterminacy, no confusion, stupidity, insanity, etc. Every single thing, that there is, is wrong. This society is as backwards, as things could possibly be. It's too easy to get upset and angry, too easy to let happen, which is how it happens. Not one of us, has any control of themselves, whatsoever. Beware the ghosts of tomatoes. What are you smoking, liphead? I have suffered long enough. It’s all a big act. Most of us have done some pretty (relatively) awful things, over the years (knowing what we now know, 20/20). Please don’t let me stop now. Call in your requests. I've woken up at or near a few front lawns, in my day. You must understand, I’m not a regular person. Call a truce against truth, because it will beat you every time. Your eyes do too much work, aw, c'mon, you can skip church, just this once, well, maybe twice. Must... perform... tasks! We are foreign, all of us, no matter where we were born. The puck went into the corner, just as the penalty call was made by the referee, no more thinking. Sign up, sign up, this is the round-up, hurray. The plot interface ended up being interpreted as… stop bringing up my pain. If only there were something I could do to really help, other than want to. Avoid using the tricky hop-up! You've got to try to get inside there, ignore the... just, make something happen. Be able to spot beauty in the ugliness. I don't like nothin'. The lesson is that school is always in session, and sure as fuck, doesn't end in kindergarten. Flock around like birds, the impeccable timing, was off. Flying ants are starting to invade the house, in search of sugar. Wait, don't want, be wanted, don't do that. The bleeding of the gums, is not a Wiccan event, to my knowledge. It all eventually becomes a thing! The "track checker car," was rumbling along, I begged myself to stop, I'd almost like to fail now, just to get it over with. Throwing up was enough, things got very definitely, putrefied. Stop following the redhead around. Use your secret codes, for each other? Painted, who, what? When we leave you, will you miss us? You make the call night, once caused me to fall seventeen feet, over a rail. Let's mess each other up, permanently. It's never done, or good enough. What we humbly ask for, we rarely get, what we demand, we usually do. I groped and got away with it, and it's a really good thing, that I did. Now, we're on the trail. My instincts tell me that the cyst, spells trouble. The same old goofy shit, a thousand different times. Nighttime came. Frotterism, they call it, to allude to what was mentioned earlier, it's all in the past, thankfully. Should I pretend to be sleeping, yet another time? Terra-rhythm, safe as a college student, the waiting fury, the stalled lives. How many goalies are there on the team? Stop checking up on me, I will kill you, if you don't. Man, there is... I need to get away from this, and here, for a while, far away, to try to forget. I do believe my reptile self, is quite evident. Vindication doesn't happen very often. Honey, do we have to use rope, this time? Some things can't be denied, like a double chin, even the beginnings of one. When you see certain people, feelings develop, various feelings. The fallacy swallowed me up into it, the everlasting feelings, can't be expressed. Squeeze it until it bleeds. Oh, I gushed, and it didn't go over that well. The whole town went out of business. No more death, no more murder! They don't understand, the... it sounds like the radio announcers are drowning. As for me, now is the time, I am ready to die, in fact, I can't wait any longer, it's over. The robbery made me much more likely to pay attention to things than I did before. That striking, frightening, and shocking image, let's hope it never even comes close to happening. We recycle our goods in shifts? I refuse to become “that guy.” Hook, roast, tree, sign, co-sign.
The main characters will exchange knowing smiles, which will lead to something else (much later). There isn't one thing in the entire record store, that I would like to purchase. Hi, pleased to meet you, yeah, I'm a little off in the head myself. My mouth feels like it's full of bugs and hair. The war is never over, it just begins again. The hammer and the anvil in my ears, keep striking each other. The bakery was artificial, as was what they used to make their products with. The wind-up toys are out of juice, we saw the line, and stupidly, stepped over it. Battle it out on the left side. Intense boredom caused me to cut the drive short, two days in a row. There are way too many parks, crowded onto too few roads. Two stalled cars and one van, were perhaps out of gas. I saw everything, despite the fact that, nothing was shown. I want to tear off the pup tent on top of that van. Confusion, is the rule, not the exception to it. Sing your song about big rigs, I have to tell you right now, that I am not going to last. What will they think of next? Beyond this, is nothing. You are such a country sensation, that I don't know how to address you. You’re getting closer (grrr…too close). Is there some kind of party going on tonight, that we could attend? Smear a little mess into, and around, one another, try sneering. There's more action, inside an ice fishing shanty. My sins have damned me to hell fire, not here. Sure, I miss the details, but there's nothing to study anymore. What the hell has happened to me? Once we're bled dry, we're bled some more, to add insult to injury, as it were. You are affected by the shit that surrounds you. There is no way that I'm going to live in that so-called hotel, with you, no! Avoiding what needs to be done, takes more energy than simply doing it. Babe, I appreciate you, and yes, I did end up dreaming about the apple. Doggone, what a bowler! Temper your anger in the morning. By 1990, things were already, "not the way they used to be". Ah, yes, past the lake, where the hippies used to have campfires, and so on. Certain events cause me to do a little bit more than just worry. Lying to yourself, is what keeps you sane, you go on with your willful distortion. No speech occurred. Help your friends, don't just grunt and nod! We want to believe nothing horrible has happened, but we just never know. This gig is over, and jig is up, let me out! Leave Teddy Roosevelt out of this. Nothing was decided, I don't wake up in the morning, and I don't make phone calls. Tonight is fuck night, or, at least, porno movie night. Huff on it, get down to the bones of the rib and pelvis. What overwhelming conflicts we wrestle with, only to be thrown away by them. Living is an experiment, we don't have to resort to pre-pre life, or other alternate housing. Those are definitely not dollar bills, stuck behind the mailbox of the abandoned business. Of course, we got caught. Fill in the hole of your inner being, with emptiness. Just as long as our external genitalia, aren't touching. There will be another sex symbol. Everything costs money. Getting things straightened out, usually means breaking them off. This is why. My brain has become like one of those sandbox sift toys, it used to catch everything. Yeah, so I lied, the telegram's influenced me to do it. I stopped being perverted, when I realized that I was never going to get the chance to try out any of my intricate ideas. Whoa, that apartment building had overhangs. I was supposed to wait? I wanted to say things, I always do, but I don't, and never have. Maybe all we did wrong was try too hard. Yes, I know you. Someone called me a sick pervert, I didn't say anything, just put my head down. Someone else did her research for her. We're left with what we're left with. I want to quit everything so badly, that I can't believe it myself. I can't seem to avoid my own reflection, as much as I try. The aromatic, it blew over you, presenting itself, to yourself. Watch the warm breeze, this is not downtown, we're not yet in the box. Only the low lights, not the highlights, make it into print. Once your heart starts to falter, it's the beginning of the end. Starting out at A, moving to B, being worried about C, none of it... stops making your head, look, I didn't mean any of that, wait! I guess there are still many wretched facts, yet to be faced. Stand over there. I can’t believe this shit, anymore.