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Don't bring up your foot fetish during the job interview. I decided to get the tattoo! This will drop down, and take up space. This dungeon is painted orange, sexy. This is no ordinary trip to the Dingo! Suddenly the story turned into a bitter tale of divorce settlements, subtle bends. You would probably be correct in saying that I'm in total denial, again. She enjoyed luring people into her web, to mess with their minds, and disturb them greatly. Oh, I fucking well, "knew better". The radiator told me, dictated, really, a prophetic, three act play, I was like, damn. I keep seeing that type of jacket around, the one that kept getting stolen. Trying to breathe? To say I'm square, yes, that's probably right on. Identical chitter-chatter, no relation at all. Do all you can, and then some. I threw myself on the mercy of my curse! I have no respect for your institutions, or procedures. C'mere honey, yeah, there was a little bit of a something, wasn't there? One seemingly common event, can cause so many other things that... With the whole World watching, we get awfully conservative, fast. I've seen you runnin' around out on the prairie barefoot, haven't I? Catch a whiff of what didn't happen, that you wanted to. Let's smash some televisions, just because we can! The storyline... there is no "storyline". The barn changed direction, the windmill didn't move. The store is closed, so is that one, is that your scone up on the wall? What is in your mouth? We used to try to be amusing. All of this is bullshit, a song I'm too chickenshit to sing, and how can I even pretend to care about it, (impossible)? She had a nice pussy, but it’s all over now. I didn't colorize him, or it, look, it was a committee decision, it was... (our sphincters are cold) political. A lot of people, most people, hold on when they see that the ride is going to be rough, I recommend letting go of the bar, the rope, the safety valve, ripcord, fuck it. P.P. is in the house! Don't lose that coupon, I mean, don't use that coupon. You can be a game to yourself, but don't allow other people to use you, as pawns in their game. This guy keeled over in 1818, in 1922, this one drowned, this one was a newborn, this one was twenty-two, hey, look at this. Try pure filth, it doesn't "work", but it gets you through, for a while. There isn't one of us alive, with any "future" to speak of. That thing you're doing with your foot, says a lot about you. Get a grip on yourself, there, if you must. I want to relieve your septum, and take leave of your alimentary canal. We wandered into the wrong bar that night, let me tell you. The entire platoon, went on a stick waving rampage. Why is he practicing his golf swing, here and now? I became a plastic model of a flower’s reproductive system (for sure, this time). That is, to put it bluntly, too much hair around my work shoe. She opted for the sundress, everyone was pleased. Choose to use yourself as such, as if you were defective, and helium. Anger - swing, miss; rage - swing, miss; hate - swing, miss; and back to the dugout. Things were weird, they got weirder, I don't know what to call what they are now. The only reason my asshole wasn't reamed, was because I had a car, and could drive it around. This is no country store, asshole, I gave you a twenty. It's so arranged, our entire lives are so, so arranged, for us. That was the shot heard around the World, yet doesn't smell like anything. Sir, I’m sorry, I shouldn't have just sat there, I really should've tried to do what I could, to help. Free memories don't come cheap, no matter what we're told. I guess the socio-economic system, needs it’s losers, to keep losing. Count the scratches in the chair, realize that people do indeed look and talk, you just might not see them looking, or hear them talking. Shank the forward momentum. For some strange reason, knowing how old people were, made a hell of a lot too much sense, today. When we get too comfortable, the gunshots, warfare. Put the wig back on, crouch back down with the blackmail dilletantes. I can’t even stand it, I’m the computer mouth, milque toast…
Jelly bean, good. I was nominated for dildo of the week! This is somehow, not impressive to me anymore. We break our own hearts, with incorrect thinking, get over it, get on with it, fuck it, forget it. Those are quite definitely, somebody else's hoop dreams. Strike the match, wear the fuckin' hat, I'm not you're punching bag, buddy, find someone else. We worked through each other's yoga. Washing dishes wasn't pleasurable, but there was, and is, nothing particularly wrong with it, either. There are holes in my brain, we've been over and over, this truth shit, and the fact remains, that it really doesn't matter that much. I wouldn't blame you in the least, if you wanted a divorce. We find out, if and only if, we go through it, whatever it is. The campfire was supposed to band us together, it tore us apart. Don't you think that you went a little overboard on the coffee? Revenge doesn't work, it does make a lot more trouble, bounce back on you. I guess that I didn't avoid the camera, enough. Perhaps, well, definitely, I need to start looking in different directions. There isn't anything to say about it, except that it's over. Quit multiplying the (vitamins) victims. I'd say mind reading is more than just possible, it's the reason why things are the way they are, and not another. Get in touch with the cellular waves, or are they particles? What, is it somebody's birthday, or something? The rainbow shit out colors no one had thought of, we keep doing it, we can't stop. We just want to see and hear something different. Man, if you want the frog, go for it. Why not confess, what do you have to lose? Just because I messed up my life, doesn't give you permission to lift up your shirt, yeah, I still got your picture in my wallet and all, hmmm. Like a seal, yes, just like a goddamn seal! Well, one of our problems, is that we want the whole enchilada, deluxe, with beans and rice on the side. Rescue me, I shouted in traffic. As it turns out, it didn’t sell too well. Yuck, what the hell is this, some new anthem? We campaigned for breast enlargement, and/or, augmentation. I’ll be your undertaker. I hid the dog’s pill in a cherry, from a pie. Well, that’s just one of many things that we're designed to "need to do," for some reason. The scenes in the stalls were sick, well, sicker than they probably needed to be, to get the point across, I could have helped, instead I just sat there... what, well, I have too much time to think, but it's still not... Can I sleep in tomorrow, or what? We can't get free from the stress. We're a little bit one, but more divided, and not that, than we even know. They know how to live and have a good time, and I was just jealous. Now, I have to scratch my balls, there! Everyone stated their ages, like it was a prerequisite to getting in some door. Our hearts are still out there in the desert, where we got married in secret, I'm not letting you in, so that you can meow your fool head off! Is this going to wind up being used for filler, like that letter to what's her name? Don't scratch there in public, like that. Many people get to the point where they destroy things on purpose, what makes your method of destruction interesting? The picture frame was shattered over a week ago, has it been fixed? Get down to the embroidery, decide on the ribbed kind. We pull the lever, and hope/wish; in vain. The true me has to be recorded here, not all of the fake ones. My teeth itch, and there are other things that are going on. Bring on certain phases, do certain things, become. I guess you could say, worrisome, or troublesome. Even my inconsistency, is erratic. Don't try to chew on gum, and the pen, at the same time. From chills to sweat, to September thirteenth, we do all the things that normal people do. Many people have grabbed my neck, in attempts to choke me, or begin to; it is, or was, quite the thing to do. What is that guy talking about, what freedom? My ship never set sail, hence, it will never come in. How long can you beat a dead horse, in expectation of moving forward? Let my fucked up self and life situation, be a lesson to you, in what not to do. If I'm not careful, I'm going to wind up being stored in a cool, dry place, sooner than expected. None of the plugs work, or the appliances. The vortex of nothingness, is exemplified by the modern corporation. Stop the unstoppable, for a refreshing change. Make it right, now.
That's why I always say starve yourself, don't move your head. Would we really be happier after the crash of Western civilization? How much can be written, that hasn't already been written by someone, somewhere before? There is no furniture in any of the homes around here. I didn't put nothing in nobody's head, don't need nothin', hey! She said that she could smell the pills I took, on my skin. The smells of sex, just might be better than the act itself. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes, or something. Go on fooling yourselves, doing what you do, whatever. Look, I was there with you at the supermarket, but I didn't see what you saw. My penis got bent too far back. We'll go on being friendly in public, while thinking what it is we think, in private. To say the least, strange and unusual thoughts were being thunk. No matter what I do, or how I act, I seem and look, act, and am, totally crazy. The (spunk, jism) lantern blinds, and illuminates. No, these aren't the blue crate volumes. That car was made of dust, at the sound of the bell, the paddle will hit the buttocks. We carry on, maybe we shouldn't, but we sure as hell do. Talking people out of jumping, is, ultimately, doing them a great disservice. Thirteen mile is overrun with lunatics! Wear the thing around your neck, I don't. For a good time call. My head looks like a fist, covered in nylon, I fiddled with the bass and treble knobs, in vain. You really shouldn't have eaten those sandwiches, everything you do is wrong. Well, now it's a trilogy, who knows what great idea will come out of all this mess, next? We play jokes on ourselves, not funny one's, either. That chick did some pretty twisted shit, now people are flying kites, what could happen next? Are you from a Christian group? Give the free circus tickets to someone else. The ice show is tomorrow? The peacock died, and nobody ever heard about it, to my knowledge. There is still no plan B. It’s a real trip, this. I want to lose myself, but it won’t get lost, it refuses to leave. She knits (beware)! Life can be quite dull. We used to think we were clever. Flit, get down off of the futon! Plain as a piece of meat, wrapped in cellophane, we will never ask, and never tell. Sunday is sleep day, and I call myself a Christ. Help will not arrive, there is nothing that anyone can do for us. Shit, carbohydrates are more complex than me. Tie a ribbon on your leg, wake up a little earlier. They wouldn't call me what I wanted to be called, it was a big joke to them. Get in line for the “see yourself in a cage show.” Hmm... almost a full reach up. Just like that, huh (I'm bored)? I have made too many big mistakes. Dude, it's going to be over, before it begins (again). I knew all of her freckles and birthmarks, a lot of good that does me now. Well, now, that does it, everyone will be on the dance floor now. One more game, one more frame... why did I allow what I did, to go on? With the passage of time, things seem to change, but they don't, things just shift and slide around, change names, or the side of the street on which they're located. I'm rude, and don't think of others. Oh, the Wall of (Pussy?) Champions, tremble! Are the aches and pains just an act, what are we supposed to do about all this? Did I really do what I sort of remember doing, over there, back then? Am I the only person left totally uninterested, by current events? If I had the balls to jump, I would've done it by now, what the hell do you think all this writing shit is about? It's (writing, currently) a defense mechanism, that my unconscious mind invented, to keep me from killing myself. The new disease, is to never know what to say, when the time comes to say it. I have to tell you, that woman (or man) was really crazy, she/he stopped, looked, was yelling and screaming. From top to bottom, we do our work, and even if we shop around a little bit, it's better, by far, than not doing it at all, or finally giving in to the voices in our heads, that are actually correct. Get off the cherry red luge, track/sinkhole! Glass blowing is a dangerous profession.
In a short time, all of this will change (our memories, being faulty, insist upon it). Free to go crazy, we do, more often then not. The sign said obey, we didn't, we do now! No, I don't have "the stuff," I don't even know what that means. We've achieved a degree of thickness. Weren't you in that movie about blind people, oh, blond people, excuse me, ahem? To give you an idea - she told me to get my hand away from her pussy, through some window, with bullet proof glass, and talking to me through an intercom. If you push the right buttons, I could hate you again. What was that wicked woman staring at me, for? Why do we make the messes we make, and not some other types, or kinds? What is this all going to mean when it's done (I'm trying to hold back the laughter)? Turn yourself off. Utah took something out of me, without offering me something in return. The robot walked over and sexually harassed me, I demand that action be taken in this matter. If I die tonight, so what? I was on the float, but I looked a lot different, back then. You only like the songs that you like, due to the fact that you hear them all the time. Let's let this be our final good-bye. There is more than one way to lose your hair. Mail it out, just mail it out, but not there; I really used to be funny, you know, sort of, my point is, that I really am not, in any way, funny, any longer. Why do I smell like ice cream? Every day, worse news comes through. Is this your idea of a joke, hiding my jiggly sex toys? Everybody can see the sneer beneath my smile. My temples are flaring and pulsing, here is a toast, in hopes X, never happens. My shoes are made of wood, but I'm not from there. This is only the beginning of the blistering process. I stopped caring about getting gas, and promptly ran out. Don't stop now, you're too close to being done. He kept saying, "I'm your sissy," over and over again, then he got his ass kicked, which he seemed to enjoy. There is no secret code to mess up the computer at work, I swear a lot, because I have intimacy issues, and trouble (this could work!) communicating. It's only a four hour ride, prolonging it is foolish, and impossible. How do I know her, besides the fact that she is a "type," for lack of a better term? We've tangled! We get an extra special treat each month, it seems. I've long since stopped even being able to care, please, forgive me. This is part of the ten year slag. It seems like our hallucinations are rubbing us down. Clothing is supposed to be wadded up and thrown around, isn't it? I wish I was drunk, wearing overalls, with a hard-on. How is it that something so worthless as this, can be so exhausting? Shit in a bag, shine your shoes, lose your teeth, watch your ass. It will come out of the blue (screen). Suddenly, all the furniture has been covered with plastic. Is that chlorine, that I smell on myself, there are no pools around here? Let's climb a building, now. Who was just talking about Swedish meatball women? From the beginning, I should have gotten the hell out of where I was, but we never do what we're supposed to do, do we? It is last call, I've done more than a few things that I regret, I am worried about these sores on the inside of my mouth. They took out the leather couches, blah, yeah, yup, etc. Welcome to Town with No Name. How did my DNA, get on your shirt, lady? You tried to be strict, the only one I screwed up, was myself. More arguments about the aesthetics of anesthesia. My sweat tastes like pure saline solution, I can't begin to tell you how refreshing, X's attitude was. If you don't know, you're in trouble. Your ass is fine, no, I don't think it's too big, can we go to the dentist now? We have our high's and lows, downs, ups, it would be better if we didn't, but we do. We're paying the price, for lots of things. Yeah, we live here, we always have, and despite that, we're still tourists here, to say the least. My head hurts, I'm not good at anything. The shit coming down the pike these days, is sticking to… Imagine what your sons and daughters make of it all. I could best serve and protect you all, by yawning. If I wind up dead, you’ll know beyond a shadow of a doubt, that “they” did it. Forget about Columbus for just one minute, please. Ah, the smell of fresh turds. I became a mere wannabe, all over again. There is no floor.