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Friday no longer equals love. How's this for self-help, if you don't do it (whatever it is), things will get much worse. The problem isn't just, that what we don't write down, is lost forever, it's that, in a sense, it never was. Measure your success with the plastic spoons the fast food restaurants banned. Now that blood has been in both spit and shit, it really is the start of something. Plastic somersaults, orange hard hats, everyday low prices, huh? Some thrill at having this actor, play that person, and the other one, play them? Ah, yes, the dream of the new condensed output, being a success. Shatter our dreams again. Right when you think you've got it all, or most of it, figured out… there could be thousands of dollars hidden in your shoes right now, without your even knowing it. This is why I decided to jump off the building. Life is too hard and next to impossible, as it is, there is no "getting in trouble," allowed. Let's melt into the lights, this is our last go around, in the treatment center. Show me a close-up of your fist. Students, quit school! More than anything else, I guess I just hate the fact, that governments need to exist. We're lousy collectors, cans of soup, masturbation is starting to hurt my dick. The old days, the good old days, happened two, or three, generations before we were born. I'm sick of this shit! Dangle your ass in front of the bank teller windows. We are not God, but that sure sounds good, doesn't it? You get nothing, but another groggy, morning, and another trip to the bathroom. It shouldn't be of any interest to anyone else, what we do, but people, there isn't enough time, or room, to maneuver. A kind of flimflam is going on here, which is sure to catch up with me. It's a bit of an embarrassment to be a writer, for a lot of reasons. The goal is to get rich, as it has always been. To go totally crazy, but not in a criminal sense, is optimal. Just do it, they caterwaul, as I look around for a knife. The last person I wanted to see was the... They want us to forget, we do, thus, everyone is “happy.” Things were said, that shouldn't have been. Swim through rainwater flooded ditches, practice your dives. The stench is just out of hand, the food sucked. Try on a hat, I don't particularly care how modern the buildings look, wasn't there just a lottery drawing, yesterday? Why I gave that shitty waitress a five dollar tip, will always be a mystery to me. Apparently, everyone is quick to match their competitor’s prices. People actually still go to the beach? The slot was so slick and juicy... cans of death threw me to the ground, in a heap. Most of the big, profitable ideas, have already been taken, which is not to say, all. These interest rates are maneuvering around me, like gnats, or mosquitoes, that don't want to get killed. She... loves... me not. Wink at the ice cream shop workers. Same old sounds, of traffic, mostly, the party store didn't have a festive mood, or feel to it, at all, in my opinion. Our wicked ways get us busted, eventually. There, no recognition, things work out. There is nothing to set on fire, that isn't already burning. The gazebo was the place where the ducks and geese would go to fuck. Try not to "snap," people. Grab your own tits, no one will care. Horror is the only special sauce that's real. I've gone totally prick, and this is no soft and sexy kind of talk. We're the last chance kids! Don’t call me papa. Wasted people, are doing crazy things, on motor bikes, the waves suck us under, into riptides we didn't know actually existed. Most of us are never quite drunk, or sober. The lies we tell, say a great deal about us. Lost in the soup of another Saturday. Nobody will ever really, love you. And the lecher's will inherit the world. The poultry didn't care what was going on in the produce section. Roll your joints, snort your shit, but leave the rest of us alone. Life is a drama, with no rehearsal. We’ve got many qualms. The labels are so beautiful. It's too easy to get confused and overwhelmed, totally frivolous, and worse. There is no way to tell. Don’t touch anything. This completes our broadcast today. Nobody wants to "know". Education is what occurred in between semesters. Nothing can make your hair grow faster, only time. Things are so far gone, that nobody ever seriously considers, fixing them, anymore. This cauldron is primed, set, septic, and toxic. The psycho killers are just like "normal" people, except that they kill. Take exit 69, to get here. I’m sick of living my life in constant fear and anxiety. A whole plethora of household objects, were used.