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It's like waiting to get your pictures back, and all of them being under, or over developed (K.F.S. on writing). The choices have been made, and you're stuck with them. Look, write your "beautiful letter," now! Oh, is that your leg? Fix your collar, be able to run. The food spoils, prices rise, nothing will ever equal out, nicely. Clarity sounds good, but we're trained to... You'd better have a check for me. The tricks don't lead to treats. The killer prefers performance art, to his usual routine. No matter what you think now, you'll agree with me, someday soon. Politicians have a ready-made answer for everything. Nowadays, you can't say anything, without getting sued... so much for free speech, you have to pay. Anything out of the ordinary that you do, is probably illegal. There is no quick way to the big room. The animals get led to slaughter, so do we, but in different ways. If legal doesn't work, try being illegal. Glass ceilings can cause many injuries to the head, from repeated bumping up against them. The uglier the people are, the more likely they will be to press charges? One joint did all that, eh? As a species, it is obvious, that we haven't evolved, in a long time. I used to believe that love could be bought, all I purchased was distrust and resentment. They plan on you breaking the law, just do it. Ten years after the tornado, people are still recovering? The deaths will increase, riots, crime, murder, suicide, destruction, bombings, get ready, and hold on. To hell with responsibility, it doesn't work. Don't pay 600 a month for a shithole. Now is as good a time as any, to do it. Strange fingers flip off the fingerless. Butter him down, butter him down. Nothing we could do, pays enough. It works and it doesn't, this system we've set up. Prices will rise tenfold, and you'll get a lot less than you do now. Keep a look out, they are coming to get you. My anger will not be silenced. The promotion will not go to you. This is the center of the end. We've got to learn not to ejaculate, every time that we get the least bit aroused. Distracted, taught to pay attention, to the wrong types of things. Is this all some sick joke? Smart doesn't mean what it used to, I hate so many goddamn people, all anyone says is, "no comment". Maple syrup production is down. It probably won’t change anything. What if I went on a killing rampage? Demand more bang for your buck. Most people are over their insecurity, in grade school. It’s all just paste! It seems to me, that it's always raining. Journalism doesn't uncover anything, the dog will roam freely. Don’t pause, or be distraught, bewildered, dumbfounded, actual. Bills for this, bills for that, fees here, fees there, costs, no guarantees, just a gullible public, that won't take the company up on it, anyway. There is some lousy candy, coming down. I just don’t know what more I can do. I must comment on my sores. No one wants to be offensive. You hide your arousal well. Sound advice to the concerned (given). Every time you get things turned around, there is more bad news. The xylophone is out on the curb. Stretch out the battle. Even the soil, is strange. As far as I'm concerned, things are too far gone. Things need to happen in a way opposite, to the way they have been occurring. No mail comes this way. Get it right the first time, there are no take sevens in life. Beer sales are up? Every time you hear a popping noise, do your jump. Sleep is getting in the way of all the other crap. You won't be missing anything, once you're gone. The population is too high to control, or handle, anymore. Church or no church, we spend an inordinate amount of time, on our knees. The only opportunities worth pursuing, at all, are the ones at the top. There is no news, just, not so subtle, rehashing of the old. It's gonna’ be walking out to the crapper, all over again. Don't wait for good news, go and get it. Roll back, to go forward, I worry. These are a few of the things that piss me off, now. Show the wall who's boss. They irradiate/poison, the food. The poor will continue to walk the streets. Life has less than there even being the possibility, of a point, to it. Try to finish up the poo now? We’re stranded, my nose is giving me trouble, again. No one will remember you, it will be as if you were never even here. I am a thumb, in the realm of what they deem to be important, for lack of a better word. We wait for our loved ones to die, so that, perhaps, it will give us the strength. Blow bubbles in the parks around here, and you’re liable to be cited for littering. This is my last and only chance. It isn’t a library anymore, at all. Hundreds a day… try what you tried, they fail, too. Perserverance was mostly, a trick.
Don't get your testicles pierced, c'mon, what are you trying to prove? I tore my own face off, and pasted it on the refrigerator. Of all the things there are to do, why do I keep doing this? I am such a sick and pathetic loser, such a weak, desperate and demented half man. There is nothing I don't regret. We don't need any (out, out, I’m coming out) meditative/masturbative aids! You raped me, and if it takes me the rest of my life, I will get revenge. I (sometimes) don't care how, anymore, either. The ugly spend a great deal of time convincing themselves, that they're not. The fact that I exist, the fact that I've been able to do so little. There is nothing worthwhile, on any computer buzz line, or whatever it's called. I am what the people at the diner would call, a "pussy," someone who can't do what they need to do. Should've slept in the car again. Go sit in the back, with the real shadow dwellers. All this time I thought I was being so smart, all I was, was a fool, a goofball. Thousands of people are homeless tonight, as I shall be, within say, five years. Just when you think the worst is over, something else happens. These minimal assignments, can't be skipped, I mean, aren't they easy enough? I wish I could just get sick. Idiots are people who know what to do next, and don't do it. A person like me, doesn't have low self-esteem, he has no self-esteem, and is, apparently, unable to say why that is. It's almost too late for me to change. Why, what was I thinking, was I thinking at all? Sober is more wasted, than drunk. Everybody except me, knows what a difficult/impossible person I am, to live with/near/around. There is no inspiration here, at all, to do anything. My depression is getting worse, I sleep ten and a half hours a day, now. Fun does not occur, if it does, it's so guilt producing; just keep me away from the candy jar, I am the most boring person there is. It's as if being forced off the road, and up onto a curb, isn't enough, somehow. Kill me (this, I direct to some willing psychopath), let’s get this over with! My life is (ta, ta) meaningless, things get emptier, and emptier, by the week. Nothing horrible has ever happened to me, I've had all sorts of chances, privileges, head starts, but see, I dropped the ball. The transvestites just looked goofy. The soup was poured on us, at our lowest ebb. I’ve got to get beyond the best that I can do. The funeral is over. Refuse to just lie in the foyer, exhausted. Swing out over the lake. Our visible arrogance, undermines us. We’ll do handstands, for candy bars. What bothers me most of all, is that I'm not even a real magician, I really, really, thought I was, but I'm not, and never was. I am ecstatic head. This is not working out. It won’t re-set itself for us. Someone will be offended. All the stupid, fruitless, things us people do... I... just... it seems too conscious, it's like I'm consciously planning on ruining, and eventually ending, my own miserable life, it's sick. It's no secret. I will, when, is the question. All I can think about, is not worth thinking about... The turn on, was turned off. The government did it! I cannot even think of one reason. They cut my part out of the movie, I almost made it. There has been a torrent of rain. I can't really think of anything challenging, I've ever done. No one can help us, there is nothing that anyone can do, for some people. Take your famous ass out onto the street, and hustle it off, for ten bucks a mark, shot. I'm not even a person, I don't matter, or count, in the scheme, at all. Bend over, which way? There are a lot of things to get really sick of. All day, everyday, just nothing. It’ll be a total re-write/wash out.
So fresh, so bratty, slightly sourpuss, like nothing's ever good enough for her. I've given up on even trying to say anything clever, or intelligent, here, it's just going to backfire. Don't make a virtue of repeating yourself. Where's that pamphlet on how to give a blowjob? I am honestly ashamed of myself, for breathing air, I am an absolute, and total, failure. I loved you, but I couldn't force you to love me, or trick you into it. We wait, get sick of waiting, wait some more. We’ve decided to distort the facts. You’re low on, olives, Olivia. There is something very wrong with me, but the single worst thing, is that I can't remember, what that is! Smear it on the canvas. My odor will upchuck your damn head, off. Many of my personal beliefs and behaviors, are so ridiculous, that I wouldn’t even know how to go about explaining them. There is nowhere to turn. Rigging the ergot? It can't even be called confusion, anymore, it's stupidity, there isn't anything else, it could be. All bodily functions are getting confused with one another. I'm finding that I'm getting weaker, as time goes past. We pick our battles, carelessly. They put flowers in the flower pots. There was nowhere to get ice cream, so the big baby sulked and moped, and cried his soft, fat ass, home. Damn you, and your deep blue, velvet cape! Bury my corpse, because I said I didn't want to be... There aren't even any arguments, to break the silence, anymore. Our productions do not involve any special effects, violence, guns, sex, nudity, foul language, nobody watches them. I'm guilty, I'm guilty of any and all charges you should choose to levy against me, and then some. There is nothing to say. I will not be attending the festivities this evening. It's not even worth bothering about what will ever become of me, the answer is, nothing, nothing ever, at all. Nothing is ever going to be hunky dory, dig?. Don't stop playing with yourself, ever. They put an awning on the junkie hotel. A nap, is the last thing I need. As far as I'm concerned, I don't deserve food, shelter, clothing, friendship, I don't deserve a damn thing. We play too many roles at once, and they all contradict one another. I agree, just to get people off my case. I am a human being? You are all right, in your assessments of my being, whatever it is that you say I am, I wish that I'd met you sooner. We know way, way more than we need to know, about famous people, whether we want to know such things, or not, and it keeps us from thinking the thoughts, we need to be thinking! Someone fondled me from behind. What kind of bullshit was he yelling? All of you truly beautiful people out there, I love you, and hope you can find some way, or reason, to hold on. I've tried to write "positively," I can't, go somewhere else! People are so false, so caught up in trifling, ridiculous things, I get so depressed, that I get disgusting, pathetic. It's not for me to judge my own worth, I think I've put a lot into it, but have no way of knowing how it will be received. My anger could move me to kill, I can only hope that I'm never sufficiently pulled, or pushed, into such a dire direction. Of the billions, will rise, one. Only God Almighty can save me now, which is to say, I’m fucked. To be totally honest with you, all I’m trying to do now, is stay out of prison. Ignore any advice you receive, it's wrong, do whatever you want. Get ready to make a hasty exit. I can't even give myself an erection, anymore (with photographic accompaniment). How did she ever happen onto that porch? Too much depends on mood. If you saw me, you'd know. A park, frequented by homo what's? I've made myself into everything I am, I could unmake myself, but it doesn't seem to be worth all the effort. A couple had intercourse in the middle of the nightclub, the onlookers got quite excited. It's like I'm proud of all the various this's and that's, that have poisoned me, from the inside out, and outside, in. Nothing can ease human suffering. The penguins just stood there. The brass rails will mark the end of your “poisoning,” sailor. The incomprehensible, grew close to me.