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Let the tireless, brilliant, skilled, and honorable, hand you a to-go bag. It just makes me very ill. Our memories work, albeit, in strange ways. In time, all of what I’ve posited here, will be undeniable. There will be widespread death and destruction - but not as much as some people would hope. Still way behind! Within twenty years, nothing as it is now, will be that way. One piece of meat, can't satisfy an animal. We are not free, we've never been free, and now, there are too many people on the surface of this planet! Things are going to get so much worse. A violent rampage, doesn't suit me, I understand the people who do that, however. There isn't much, that I don't know, but there is very little, that I do. There are no movie ideas coming to me; to entertain others, to lull them, dull them, please them, silence them (it’s a sin). The police are starting to bother me, again. I want to fire the entire legislature, most everyone in Washington, for being ineffective, etc. They build dozens, hundreds of...Why is this so hard? Why are there so many problems? Soon, prostitution will be legal. Not worth living, as far as I'm concerned; every single thing that is, everything, is completely, totally, wrong. It's the end, the end of the sale. Only idiots, stupid people, inhabit the positions of power and influence, in this country, but if you ask, they'll be happy to tell you how great they are. All of you, are going to work at the same shitty job you're at now (or a worse one, for less money), forever! Still several pages behind. The roads suck so bad, traffic is so much more than a problem, I can only surmise, that nothing will be done about those, or any other, problems. Sports stars, movie stars, musicians, all of them, all of it, garbage, crap, bullshit, nothing. Talk to the woman behind the one-way glass. What are we going to do with everyone who is currently alive, once they die, the graveyards are already full?! Everything is booming, growing, in the wrong way. Practicing the scales, long after they've been memorized, is the only way to keep knowing them, she said. Very soon, we are all going to be living three families to a house, or out in a teepee. Pray for me. Selfishness reigns. Decisions made in haste, are usually, not the best kind. Gambling is the hot thing right now, we will regret this. Find out about the shit I've done, try to (go gothic) "expose/embarrass" me, I dare you. Picking up glass off the beach? Can you imagine the U.S.A. in 100 years? We all know what the problem is. Acting is not an art, this fact is hidden. We do moronic work, for idiots, and the conspiracy is obvious. Rattled by these waylaid dreams. Soon, alcohol and tobacco use, will be a thing of the past, but drugs will be legalized. Good luck at being your pathetic, asshole selves. We have to sell everything we own, and paid for by, ah, who cares? Buy guns, this is the only "investment," worth making. What good are your pieces of paper going to do for you, when the shit hits? I decided to live, which is the wrong decision, but it's been made. I am going to make a lot of noise, you are all going to know who I am, soon! Do you know about real hate, what it is, why it happens, and how it bangs and clangs, like a pinball in the head? Blow it up. The water supply has been poisoned. We'd have our "freedoms," whether they were written down, and "protected," or not, it's all bullshit, from the big things, to the little, and all that's in between. Anarchy and martial law, rioting, looting, killing, coming soon to a neighborhood near you. A little nothingness, never hurt no one. Go on being a supposed hotshot, we'll all act impressed, for a little while longer. We’re all, every conceivable opposite, at once. I want to see this little old experiment fail, because it might as well happen now, as opposed to later. It’s myself, who I’m angry at, but I don’t know that. Most of the people who have been killed because of their beliefs, didn't even have really strong ones. The immortal died, imagine the (go get tired) astonishment. Could someone please explain to me, how it is that the status quo survives, despite the fact that temptation is so great, and the rewards, so few? Smoke up, diesel-style.
It's time for another coup. A corpse fell out of the tree. Give us the immanent disaster. It becomes some sort of split personality, drinking contest. Try to guess people's ages? The nicotine burns me back to it. My eyes are closing. Spend some time in the S&M Social Club. We're on a first name basis, way before any others know, in any way, shape, or form, what that other person is. I still haven't done it, knowing better. How the hell, in this day and age, can there still be people in huts, carrying spears? People are good at not making it look like they look at, what it is they look at. People live their lives, as if nothing matters, which it doesn't, but it does, you know what I mean. Ten years later, I'm still crying about my losses. There is no one around your own age? Most people don't even think anything is wrong, at all, in any way. Love is all there is, but love's not real, it just doesn't exist. There is going to be another war, one that will make us all wish this, and wonder why that, didn't take place. Hey, I've got an idea, let's just sprawl out, until we can sprawl no more, until the whole country looks like one of those cheap t-shirts, where the city is huge, compared to all others. Maneuvering through the nightclub throngs, is impossible, what are they all doing there, what do they want? Keep washing your hands, I don't care, I quit! The free bagel idea, was a smashing success! Our degrees are all worthless, everything sucks! Every person in the world, is homicidal. The Universities should just close, they are just not doing a good job of educating the citizenry. I'm a douche. It's too late, already too late, to change anything. All that really matters right now is that those letters get written. People are all starting to look identical, again. No car company is currently building any automobiles, worth buying, yet buy them we do, year after year; and any other piece of crap that comes out, from any other company, making anything you care to think of. How many more strip malls can we expect to see? Drained, behind, must work more, too tired. Another stupid killer found, the money recovered. Misery never goes away, I'm tired, from trying to save a World that doesn't want to be saved, helped. You are likely, unable to find a job. The people, the good ones, worth imitating and emulating, are dead, and no new ones have stepped up to take their places. Anger is just beginning, rage and destruction, cannot be far off. The cars will crash. They say they have pictures of me masturbating. Why is it, that no one but a movie star, or a pro athlete, has the kind of bargaining power that they have, in regards to how much money they expect to make? Why do I even bother bringing any of this up? Our system is designed so that you can either break even, or go into extreme debt, so deep, you will never crawl out of it. The most unimaginable crap possible, is becoming very, very popular, and profitable, again. I enjoy wasting my time, differently. I'll never forget when that one shrink, asked me if I was a stroke patient. If a restaurant can get away with selling a six ounce pop for a dollar, they will. Everything should be revised, nothing adheres, works in conjunction, is connected, there is nothing, anywhere. Forget the three televisions and six radios… tuned to a 1936 station. Black pits of shit (we’re in them). My urethra, is in trouble. Oh, yeah, we’ve got problems.
I don't have the courage to do it ( you can probably guess, what that is). Brain dysfunction, seems to lead to self-destruction. They filled up the pool for another season. CEOs are too narrowly focused, they don't know seven dollars an hour, is embarrassing. I just want to drive through the country and look at farms, and there aren't any left. Six billion dollars in profits last year, 20% of which, goes to labor. Be very envious. No more drinking (well, maybe just a little)! There are too many people. Everything that needed to get figured out, has, it is time for real, radical, action, now. Bug your own ass. The media is not doing a very good job of telling us very much of anything. We are a frustrated, bitter, resentful, citizenry, i.e. subgroup. Don’t blame the self help books you read, for not physically, lifting you out of the chair. My g-spot has been stroked enough, get off of me. Most people, sorry to say, are real, real stupid, sue me! Way back then, way back then. It’s my digestive system. S/he, is a Latin singing sensation. Nothing includes, most everything, including, itself. I keep trying to recapture whats gone, permanently lost. We want it, but we can’t have it. Load it up, and blow it out. It’s like this on every pass, see? Remember that old episode, where the guy threw the brick off the building? Time, has become the single, biggest, problem, it is going by, way too fast! It isn’t serious. Do your thing, with your limited whatever, however. Try to explain the old man, staring out the window, if you can. Another obligation, another whoop-de-doo! This year, the cool place, the place to make the scene, find yourself, and be so cool, and hot, and blah blah is: ****. We all laugh at things that aren't funny. We are falling, or have fallen, into the company traps. Let's act technical, and eat beans, put the new dress on. There is no point, there are, and will remain, a lot of problems. Two thirds, didn't check integrity, on the checklist, oh, this copacetic pandemonium! We're going Union, no matter what. The "cool," don't want it to be exposed, that they're not, so, truly cool people, are excluded. All I care about is money, still, I have none. Every desire must be acted on, well, no, but a lot of them should be. The three (or maybe thirty) evils, have haunted me long enough. Somehow, suicide has gone out of fashion. Lately, I don't want to wake up in the morning. There just isn't enough on the page, once I'm finished. Too easy, it seems much too easy. Make up your own words, the ones we have, don't describe anything, well enough, anyway. This had better lead me to something else. Totally sober this time, I got pulled over once again. Fuck fully clothed, like the cutting edge people are doing. My way of dealing with that particular crisis, was not to, and that had better not ever happen again. Our lives don't usually warrant mention. You and I are, of course, responsible (directly) for everything that's wrong with the world, city, country, farm, form, bathtub. Look at this scrawling, unbalanced, sickening, drivel, I'm so sane, that I'm crazy, but not crazy enough. I could very easily write a book on the art and joy of being positive, but like every single book ever written, it would be absolute and total bullshit, it would sell millions, though. Be very concerned, from a distance. Interpret the ink blot. Catch and release! We fancy ourselves, bewildered. I've ruined my own life, and want it back. We get too tired to do anything else, there has been "something wrong with me," long enough. Crawl into her scratch box, and remain. Too much coffee, can lead to good things. We are too far, too easily, self-deluded. Nothing is going to come from this, or anything else that I do. Thinking positive is a curse. On the whole, time moves real, real fast, but the future will not come. There is nothing like a good, loud fart in church, to liven things up, and get them started. The money is gone. Down we go, one by one. Risk, to get, to give. The system will last a few more years, but not that many, it won't be able to deal with it's collapse, which will make it all worse. There are too many parties we're not allowed into. Soon enough, sick beds will be in the street. We get no chances, that we don't make, and take! We're victims, for the most part, of our own crimes, against ourselves. In ten years, all of this is going to seem so stupid and immature that... frankly, why do anything? Pinch it off, pinch it off! Our memories (good), are tainted by the others (bad).