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The imagery was too obvious, we need to try something more subtle. Deep, deep trouble awaits me, then? Would you please stop tearing shit?! Some rehab began and ended, like everything else. The weather, oh, what more can be said? Ah, tits on a Sunday, the next day, none. Suddenly, the vapors overtook me, some other guy just fell over, but I was out. Let me out of this can of tuna! There isn't anything else to do, except what we're doing. Monster trucks, hot rods, triple jumps, tractor pulls, get your tickets now. Oh yeah, it is torture, there are no rewards. To say the least, there is very little for us to do, from womb to tomb, isn't that right? At every turn in the road, lies another temptation. I pull on the front of my shirt, as if it were the beginning of a magic trick. Play your little games in the bar, staring at the blinds, and the knickknacks, trophies on the shelf. Oh, sure, a diagnosis has been made, several have. I keep getting the overwhelming feeling, that this is worse than death, somehow. There is no one left to talk to, but, so what? We don't like talking much, anyway. During gymnastics competition, somehow, someone got shit all over their hands. Some of us, sacrifice everything, for no reason at all. I played a little game, and now, pieces of shit have been glued together, that shouldn't be. It’s like childhood, like a plumber’s tool. It feels a lot like I don't belong here, like just sitting down in this particular coffee shop, was a huge mistake (not to make). Nerve damage, has reduced me to this (not a laughing matter). The center is in a whole lot of different places. Grant me asylum, or more buildings will burn down. Keep your gum in your mouth, and your love, to yourself. What about the dilly roll sandwich that you poked and said, “Charlie?” Have you ever met a real, live, yo-yo? We wanted to share cooties, and slam koochie, but we wound up just talking into the wee hours, about not wanting to do those particular things, at all. So much talk about taxes, it makes me think that I got off easy, or something else, brick-like. Clay pigeons blown to smithereens, fragments getting trapped in everyone's hair. They make their own ice cream, yes, and the fire escape fell off. If he was motioning to an invisible friend... physics is a hell of a lot less complicated, than most all of the other things that people get embroiled in, constantly. Just to get up to speed, involves breaking so many laws, that, considering the risks involved, what's the point? I can’t stop thinking that I’m going to be rich, even though I know, that that is not going to be the case. When will this little venture, be put out to pasture? I couldn't earn her love, buy it, woo it, wear it, nothing. Well, clean, but so are a lot of other people. The countdown that wasn't counted on, started winding down. We have come up with a series of hand movements, that will never be used. Sir, you were absolutely correct about me. Another weight loss success story, clap, clap, clap. Oh yeah, she had a thing about cheap cars, didn't she... no, no, clean cars. A new series, Cophead, debuts tonight. It is most certainly not my idea, getting involved in all this crap. I suppose you are right, there is a lot of stuff that I could see. Push the plate to the floor, leave the tapestry and the throw rugs where they are, though. Who can ever say what, to whom, about anything? My pants smell like pot, I don't smoke pot. Yes, being poor was hard, but it's hard for everybody, what I did, wasn't so unusual, from what anyone else would. Commercial free highways, brought to you by Dilkyo, the world's foremost manufacturer of super polymers, for use inside gas tanks. Boy, do I wish I'd worked on my conversation skills. What is this "thing," that you evidently, have for gymnasts? Let's keep going with the plan, as it was originally conceived, never mind that pretty girl in the sport utility vehicle. There is nothing easy... ahaaa! They're auctioning off the mothballed shit, perhaps we can find some bargains. I am just sitting here, doing nothing of consequence (that I still think, does). There are things, many of them, that you just don't do. The sounds that I hear, remind me that it is very late at night, I haven't slept in days and days. Why is it that the intelligent, the highly educated… wind up doing so little? Wasted, at the depot, again.