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An extra week, isn't going to guarantee the quality of any of this. Angel missed her audition this morning. Nobody can even imagine, what will end up happening to them. All I ever hear, is no. It doesn't seem worth it, it is, and isn't. Why would Johnny drive anywhere, with a revoked license? Call me a jumper, no more talk, action! Anything to get out of, whatever it is remains. I look like the one person in the world, that I would not like to have been compared to? Nothing is out there, I am so sick and tired, of buying thrift store socks and underwear. There are no conspiracies. Humor and personality, creativity and intelligence, are not attributes that one should portray in the company board room. False 63, the worst thing happens. Take a real, real good look, around you. My dreams started becoming more vivid, when my real life started to pale. I still want to apologize to you. I couldn't care less about getting laid, I only act like a pervert, because it's expected of me that I do. What's going to happen to us all? There is never any plan! The bottom will fall out, and when it does, you will be very surprised to see what happens. We've got to prove what we are, to people who don't care, ever, at all. If only X hadn't happened, or Y hadn't occurred, or Q, R, T, N, L. How can I successfully end this sentence? Don't poison yourself with the ant and roach spray. The stone cold silence, it's a long life, the bean hat doesn't mean anything. We swelter in shelters, that are not ours. As if my life were lived according to... The septic tanks aren't working. My cancer is the same as yours, rich man. Bring a camera next time. My alcoholism could provide me with material for countless books, but I refuse to mine that material. We 've all got to take our medicine, none of which, involves drugs. Mourn openly and completely. Wear shoes. A way must be figured out, which would make this a more pleasant physical enterprise. This is not an exercise for class, we have got to really do the things we tell ourselves to do, or we're stuck where we are, forever. Well, I'm the odd man out, of most people's maneuvering. Don't fool yourselves about anything, ever, this takes too long, and takes too much, and doesn't give anything back. The reason I do the things I do, will become evident, and it's not why it's thought they are done. I needed to get my ass kicked a few times, skip a few lines, here or there. It looks and sounds like goody-two-shoes, lost one. The reason we take drugs, it to get out of a life and self, that at the end, we're begging to have back. It was all about fun, I never thought about the rebound effects. This is just like a little kid's hand tracing exercise. There is nowhere to run to, where what happens here, won't happen. The opposite of what needs to occur, keeps occurring. There is no right time, there has been, and always will be, an excuse. She thought I would be "fine"? The dam has already broken, little what's-his-name, and all the fingers, couldn't do it alone. The ability to reason (maybe, perhaps), to decide. My life has been lived, up until recently, as a direct denial of my own potential. Take a long tour through the local ghetto. Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up all night, yet again. I used to actually believe, that I was certain other people, so, some progress, has evidently, been made, hmm. The cycle out of control, begins and ends in your own head, mister. All the old men we used to see, that made life seem livable, somehow, are dead. How was I supposed to know I'd get clams over this? No television, swim in the off-limits fountains, there is doom and gloom enough, don't contribute to it. Supposedly… it's no children's book, man, it isn't any book at all. Fifteen years of lies. Think about your own screw-ups. Win a dream date with Suzy! Saturday night means, sleep. The cruel are out in the garden, the kind one’s, well, they bowl. I couldn’t believe it, it was just, way too much. Everything as it is, is already over. Don’t get me riled up. Roll, Donna, roll. We’ve got to rely on all this nothing. It’s all talk, it’s still, all talk. There are too many churches, and not enough breadlines. I stand in my own way. It’s so unreal, that it’s real. Let's all just sit around and wait for the next war. I can’t even look at this, anymore. The dead are dead. Watch it! Don’t let me become like them. We’re waiting for the disaster to occur here. Turn down the so-called turning points, get up the nerve to get out of that town. This drive through makes the purchasing of food and beverages much too easy. Congress is never, ever, going to do anything, no matter what. You are 1974. Lost your punch, your, virtuosity? For now, we see stars.
Letter to the editor: leave me the fuck alone! Martinizing, what the hell does this mean? I will settle for nothing less, in terms of a job, than Dictator, Emperor of the World. No one has the money, when things come to a head, as they are bound to do, the bravado tactics, get us nowhere. I tied the noose, and decided against ever using it. The World is already fucked up, as are the people living on it, we are only dealing with the consequences now. Let's put the cop, the lobbyists, and the judges, courts, congresses, stockholders, on trial. Four years ago, my life stopped like an old car, and has not be re-started since. People, in general, aren't smart enough. An hour after the crime, the criminal is snitched on, seeds are planted. Not only need we figure out what's wrong, we cannot do wrong at all, we must do right. I think that college students are so rah-rah about issues, to give themselves an actual identity. The zero iota, informs me that I am one of them. If we do blow it all up, it really won't matter, maybe that's the most tragic thing. Tired is no excuse, no excuse is a viable excuse, at all. By the hour, shit falls apart completely, too much is going to go down, in the not too distant future, to squabble and bitch about what's happening now. No quip, or quote, or statement, works. These are hard times, this is too hard. When you're thirteen, the world is still supposed to be an fine place, with a future worth planning for, well, not anymore. We are all dying now. All my sonatas have been sold, the well has run dry. Our dreams are all crushed and wasted, by time. Those who have it made, by rule, will not ever tell you how to make it. We’re still mono, in a stereo world. There is no more courage, the skyline here is real ugly. We’re blowing pure centimeter, forget the disillusionment. Whether evolving or devolving, things change on a dime. The pale will not destroy the World. Nuclear weapons, or the Capitalist system? Shine the flow, out. Some people, apparently, myself included, are going to have a very, very hard time. They should! No easy solution at all, no time is ever going to be a good time. We stop ourselves short, which is probably our biggest problem. Without fanfare, or the expectation of reward, of any kind, we must do the right thing, at all times. Every single religion is wrong, totally wrong, in every single, possible way. No one has an idea that doesn't involve money, on some level. The water is always running. The mediator fucked up, they always do. I hope, in anguish, that something of some sort, will occur. This whole thing, all of this, the instructions to myself, the important thing, is to not get to the point of it, whatever the point (X) is. Learn to keep your mouth shut. You will be on the straight and narrow, not "try to," do so. It's too late to try to change things. Mean people rise, nice people wallow? Thinking can be a big detriment, to money making. The crisis will not go away, by wishes, or dreams. My brain is diseased, that disease is spreading, we need good ideas now, there is no time to be dicking around. I am not nice, I am a prick, a failure, a washout, a siphon, a dolt. Faster, harder, deeper, I like looking at photographs of dead people. Subtitle this, things we forget. How old am I? You are sour to me, so sour. Thrills and joy and excitement, are for other people. Life in prison, is not life. Would some of you please try to understand the other fellow's position? Who is the now, anyway? Reason for (pink eyes, blouse) cancellation, non payment of premium due. Why is it that we never learn? I hereby and wholeheartedly request, a lot of money from you. Drink pop, let all the bars and nightclubs, go out of business. We need to go to the copy shop, and keep better records, proofs. My “goody shoes” days, are over. I can still smell the onions. To be “dirty,” is to have the guilt, the shame. Tear down their wall. We’ll never know the mystery of the bee’s. Tear this wall down. The atmosphere is currently undergoing a phenomena/metamorphosis. Dot me out, quickly. I needed a miracle, there are no such things.