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They say that everyone feels this way, sometimes, well. We got kicked out of the banquet hall that wasn't. Win some, get some, lose some, drop some. Don't sniff her feet, at least, not in public. What the hell could I have said along the side of the road, that would have made one bit of difference, given the situation that we had found ourselves in? I don't want anything from you, what the hell are you talking about? Our egos force us to believe that our plain faces, are striking, flabby bodies, are lean, and that what matters, doesn't. Saturday used to be different from the way it's become, jail changes people. For sure, artist's have gone from easel, to easy chair, palate, to patio, nothing is getting done. When she starts talking about her fingers just not cutting it anymore, is your cue to Kentuck the fuck, out of there. Once people start drugs, they never stop, don't start. No, there's nothing quite like a garden. The fear of being emotionally hurt, is a live one, that stops many people. Whoever shows up, shows up. Use the copyrighted shit. I’m not going to make it to the end. Please don't pull the sexy sounds trick on me now. I’ll never live up to my own expectations. I must admit, I’m licked. My girth, after all this, and then, all that morning to talk, in the A.M. It all got to be, too much. Mr. or Mrs. So and So, have too much control over our lives. I couldn’t resist. The end of my tongue, is numb, again, I tried to buy a new life, how was I supposed to know it was illegal? Squat, like a wet pigeon. Laura, I miss you, not that Laura, the other one, the one I've never met. We bought new locks for the old house, nobody ever said why. Slight, slight, and probably imagined. We've floated long enough in here. We can't really be too normal, or abnormal, there isn't really anything, for us to be. To the woman crying about her haircut by the side of the road; grow up! No more four course meals at 4:45 A.M. Consensual, indefensible, irresponsible misconduct (what else is new?). Turn the tuning knob, my baby had the second best score in the state. Nothing “comes back to us,” we’ve got to remember. I never meant to fold you up and in, upon yourself. I can’t seem to get past this teleological thinking, these experiential outlooks; always, what end, goal, purpose? We meet who we meet. Oh, they think about it, sure, most just don't do anything (I am one of these). Did you manage to turn off the lights, this time? Thank goodness most obsessions get slapped out of us. I'm not ever going to be able to please, or satisfy, you. That was no scam we were trying to pull, we asked to be excommunicated. We trip and fall our way into what we become, on the climb to what we are trying to get to. I blew another chance, and I can't get over it. There ain't no manuscripts in the crate going West, that I can legally divulge. Quit with the butterfly talk, I have really painted myself into a corner this time, literally, figuratively, the whole works! I need to invent another voice inside my head. It's been taking me, I've been using too much toilet paper lately, no more confusion. As much as we sweat and strain, things get yelled and doors get slammed. After all this time, things have happened, good and bad, that have made it impossible for me to trust myself anymore. Did you ever tape the cover of that one book back together (wow, they ask interesting questions!)? In fact, someone did observe someone, doing something. Expect a virtual army, to raid your home. No, not, “hopefully.” There is nothing that I'm good at, and I'm very, very scared, of a great many things. There are no muscles to stretch, or flex, anymore. As usual, you didn't see half the shit. Too many lies have been told, to confirm any brand loyalties. Shit! Things happen, things that we never counted on, things we never thought would happen. Let's set up one of those cheap and cheesy kids phones, with paper clips and string. Be the prey, be the hunter, miss the bus, balance your equations, multiply, experientially. I’m not the antichrist, yet… Let’s get into some trouble. We tried to hard to avoid disappointment, collided with it.