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The country club is building a new pool, there was nothing wrong with the old one. Above all else, it is my own face, that I dislike! All that driving - how couldn't you get hot? I really do want to write nice things, but for some reason, I'm unable. No one is going to have any questions about this crap! Just add that stuff on at the end. Yesterday, was the full moon, things aren't quite so, today. How come I've never gotten one of those "new jobs," that such and such policy, creates? It is time to stop considering going back to school, and very much the time, to enroll in classes. I think the tide will be turning, soon. Put on the latex pants. Smart people don't get into fixes like this. Things change, but do they, really? We've got to trust, and believe in, ourselves, why is it that this is so difficult, for so many? Do not send me a form, a generic, rejection letter. What we do, to try and avoid problems, become the fucking problems, themselves, etc. Nothing in my life matches, has ever matched. This is not cool. There are no longer any chains to yank. My life has been ruined. Happy families are taking brisk, healthy walks. What am I waiting for? Trust those you love, the least. If you're unemployed, from Thanksgiving until Easter, you're bound to be really, really fucked. A blimp seemed to make love to a cloud, up above. The tango came to an abrupt end. There are no farms anymore, no midgets, no nothing, out of the ordinary, anywhere, at all! We can do without more, than we could ever imagine. If only I could write one sentence, one word, one letter, that rang true for me. I just want to be a useful, worthwhile person, not this thing I am. You'd better have the ability, to pay each and every bill that comes. Everyone is as sick of me and my bullshit, as I am. It's all within you - what makes, or breaks, flourishes, or wilts, does, or doesn't. Encourage darkness, hide the peanut butter, respect multi-instrumentalists. Someday soon, every single thing that I am currently writing, will seem in such poor taste, that I won't be able to look at it. Help find the salt, stop pacing through the living room, go back into your dying room, do what you've got to do. Life is about things which I don't understand, thus, reject. Let's write a book about what it's like to do nothing! The all or nothing kids, either get it, or they don't, but if they don't - it can be a sad sight, indeed. How did I ever become selfish? There is no next time. Exhibit slut-like behavior. Don't forget, 6x2+21! The last thing I should be thinking about, is what I think about the most. I'm far too young, to be this tired, all the time. Squeeze the chickens breast plate, hear the giggles. I am not at the point that I need to be at right now, I beg myself for forgiveness, that I'll never get. Everyone's a success, except us. Too many hours, browsing in the toy store. The roast tasted just like a dead animal should. Let's corrupt ourselves into our own submission, let's manipulate ourselves. I've been long since, left behind. A blur of occurrence, is all this is. It's all my fault, of course, these deplorable conditions, I keep finding myself in. Well, I guess being an actor, astronaut, or professor, is out of the question. Maybe you'll eat tonight, maybe you won't. Do not drink that cold glass of milk! I will not roll over and die, whether I want to, deep down, or not, I am stuck with this life. When it's too dangerous to sit on the porch, move. There isn't even one second to fuck around, things are way too precarious. My glass eye broke in the dishwasher. I am currently wondering why I started drinking again, and there is an awful lot to consider. Anything but this, this cloudy, confused thinking... Must get clear, at all or any, cost, risk. My trigger hand is shaking, events are going to transpire tonight, or else. Long gone are the days of digging in the dirt, going out to dinner, painting a picture, cleaning off brushes, in short, good-bye to everything worthwhile, that we used to truly, enjoy doing. I demand my ass into line like a drill sergeant, there is no pleading or begging, there are commands, to be followed. It’s killing me, you’ll find out what. We will not “show it,” I just can’t do it. I sit in the yard, eating grass.
Give false names (that aren't totally, false). Many degrees are confirmed/conferred, every year, and less and less jobs, become available. This is the call of a dullard. Now, the symphony will never be finished. Ass rapists don't want to kiss. Very few questions were asked, the kids stumbled out into the afternoon sun, half cocked. Don't you even think about it! If we don't watch it, things are going to be worse than horrible. Look at this mess, how could I ever possibly think, that anything good, would ever come of this? The coffee is cold. On cross country trips, we used to urinate in discarded fast food cups.So you want to be a cinema star? How could she, no, she just couldn't have, married him. The dangers inherent in life, are so great, that it needn't be any wonder, that most people are terrified to act. Try not to experience pleasure. It seems like I'm living rent free, but at a concentration camp. Wouldn't it be great to be able to live a free, creative, constructive life? Grieve, like a piglet (just a piglet). Throw your shoes into the fire. You took my life, but I will not allow you to take my death away from me. Everything is all mashed and squished, and marked up. It takes a whole lot of exercise, to maintain even a sort of equilibrium. The mistakes, the never ending calls of nature, the brain’s gelatinous chitter chatter, and so on. They think that I'm some sucker, they are quite correct. It would be comical, if it weren’t killing us. Don’t become a fuselage. Most of us have the prowess of a three toed sloth. I never even heard of Lonestar. Stick close to your family, if you have any left. Try to avoid unknown food, try to achieve a fish face. It is time to make our real moves. You overate again, didn't you? Tomorrow, there will be a very different agenda. As of now, I am your grandfather. What was it that I waited so patiently to write? Leave some money in the budget, for sexual favors from our favorite secret sources, baby. What you think I'm doing, is probably truer than what I think. Don't have relations with anyone that smells like a corpse. You have probably been making things too easy on yourself. This is definitely not a party hat moment. What are we (accountants?) going to do without our lines? In midstream, the slideshow, sometimes switches to another one. There is nothing happening. The next movie will be entitled, "The End of the End". They're out now, maybe they'll sell it, just one more time. What's the matter, you didn't think you'd get a home run on the first swing, did you? There is no cure for cancer, hair loss, Aids, impotence. Things have gone so wrong, right when it seems that things couldn't be worse, they go and get worse on you. This is no dance through the garden! The "smart" people, suffer with nothing, the "dumb" people, charge up whatever, whenever, do whatever they want, buy a lot of expensive shit, party up a storm, and declare bankruptcy, keeping everything, owing nothing, and getting a "fresh start," they just walk away. This all seems like it's from so long ago. Filth flooded the airstrip, the horror gets more and more real, and intense. This is all there is! Many people feel that they can't get it, so they just take it. 66% less, gets done each and every day, with nothing to show, for even the time that's "saved". It's a moisture, the worms. I need to stop shitting in my pants, if I truly intend to fuck her. You have absolutely no cause, or business, doing what you're doing. Remember the banana the next time you try to slide. I didn't fit in at the University, or the homeless shelter, and at all points in between, north, or south. Custard cone tonight? I won't be able to attend the annual fish fry this year, I am very, very sorry. So much tighter, cleaner, softer, more supple, ah, the ribs and grains! Urban sprawl will never end, there will be a string of strip malls, and outlet centers, from here to Tallahassee. How long does it take to die? It was supposed to be routine surgery, and as usual, something went terribly wrong. A lot of strange things were done, and weird things were stolen. I’m imagining bugs again, this could get a little bit rough. Don't believe in anything without a whole lot of evidence, and even then, you should doubt it. Tripped out weigh stations, beckon me. Lives end, so suddenly. I may as well, give up.