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We'd rather do nothing, but that is not an option. There are no new ways to be able to better deal with the lonely strolls out to the ramparts. Yeah, a lot of changes, blah, blah. Don't tell no lies about the sugary sweetness, long legged uh-huhs, and the Gi-Gi, wui-wei. The flying ant decided to make a little nest in my inner ear canal, it was... hard to remove. It just seems impossible, to break out of the choke hold of misery, poverty, desperation, ennui. My life has been ruined many times, by myself, as well as others, groups, organizations, etc. I am very embarrassed of myself, for writing the things I write, doing what I do, thinking what I think. This is not sex. The important thing is to have something that you consider to be important. Thank you for the hummus. Feed temptation, like a starving dog begging for scraps. Don't just scratch your head, end your own life, only if you hate surprises, or are some kind of control freak. Eighteen years old, she never had the need of a soundtrack before. I am an average, normal, and well-adjusted man? Volcanoes keep life in the Provinces interesting. No dog will come when you call, or obey you. Sullen and despondent (grow up!)? Don't give away the ending. Flushed, sweat, the big log! When I threw that egg, how the hell was I supposed to know the long term, adverse consequences? Shut that off! Slice the softness out. They made a geiger counter out of my ass. Try hard not to "snap". There aren't any jobs that are worth the time we'd end up blowing at them, for half a pittance, of a minuscule wage. Sex is like candy, you could have some, but why? Don’t let the header dip down. Why did it have to be fruit filling? I would try to force you, to do something you didn’t want to do. The corruption builds, like a new downtown development, until it overtakes the mental landscape. We have absolutely no control of what will, or won’t, happen to us, period. Rupture your own spleens! Nothing ever happens, at any "happening spots," that I've ever seen. The restlessness is here, it doesn't go away. Who took my viola? My sick and twisted mind, has made a fool of me, once too often! It is time now, for new magazines and newspapers! Most of the people that you want to fuck, would never have anything to do with you. Please, don't do that around me, you know I can't resist that. We need to change the entire way that we are living our lives. You create the superstars, like primitive people used to line up the clay figurines and worship them, the same way. I need a nymphet, something fierce, right now. Lead the march into the pillow room. You know what's in store for you, if you don't, do what you need to do! Riboflavin is the flavor that let's us know this food was once alive. I'm begging you, and you know who you are, don't read this, I'm not really this person, please, you've got to believe me, I promise. Focus your attention and energies, on something else. The existential phase just, "went away". This book goes way beyond my little niche. To decide not to play the game, means to forfeit, and lose. This isn't fun time at the drive in, that's for sure. The show is still on, it goes on without us. Find your way out, of the maze you’re in. Swirl it down the left... wait, here's an idea, invent a fake name, so you won't have to embarrass yourself and your family. Hit yourself in the face with a hammer. It's predictable, which is one of the worst things about human life. I thought it was only half a highway. Mushrooms remind me of sex acts, I don't know why. "She is mine, she just don't know it yet," is very dangerous thinking. You took everything that I had, away from me. Tell me this isn't real, tell me this isn't really happening, and you've got a new best friend. How did things go so horribly wrong? There aren't all that many surprises now, are there? They took all that I had away from me, and I intend on getting it back. Tow trucks pull the cars away to the... oh, I'll never find it now. Take the clerk into the back room. With most things that I've ever done in my life, well, I've been wrong. My feet will soon need to be amputated, it's so hard to act like a normal person. Don't trust anyone, shit, don't even like anyone. I will not be bullied into the role of sexual submission, ma'am, no, I'm sorry, no way. The tarp doubles as an advertising gimmick. Watch out for what your becoming. I’ll throw the barbeque over the fucking fence. Someone else got the part. Howl at your calm, rational, selves.
The desire for sex, is our downfall, throw money in there, as well. Mental illness is a terrible, and a very good, thing. No more “greatest hits packages,” everything has gone astoundingly serious, albeit, in a naked and exploited way. My attempts to sing along to the song, were not successful. Stuck too low on the totem pole/pecking order? You owe me what I'm planning on taking from you! We are waiting for an event, or series of events, to take place, which aren’t ever going to. You fucked who, in the ass last night? Edit it out. We are no longer, “the young.” I need her, want her, desire her, deserve her. Bring the armed forces here, to fix and widen roads, and do thousands of other things, that need to get done, but aren't going to. Most people really do have a cottony, cushy time. It all is, and isn't, no one is doing what they can, nobody is doing anything, that I can see. It's a shit suck, then the coach got a $200,000 raise. There are going to be more bombings, very unfortunate, yes, but true. We've missed our “last chances”. Jack a dick off, act sexy, ride the bike up the hill. No one at the bottom has the same bargaining power, as the people at the top. There is a kind of a war being waged, right now (surprised?). My anger, rage and hate, are absolute. We have to make our own way, or else, there is no hope, there is no way, once you fall into the deterministic/free will trap. I am three schizophrenic people, right now. This is about a hell of a lot more than spilled coffee, this time. Dissolve the stock market, force the companies to give all of the profit, back to the workers. It's just another day, under partly cloudy skies. There are only so many ways to squiggle in. Things are still unresolved. New word: Deadfully. As for luck, take it, make it, whatever, anything. Put the wires underground (hint, hint). They are trying to drive me over the edge, they are trying to force me to go on a rampage. Suddenly, all the women look like the one I loved, that didn't want to have anything to do with me, whatsoever. I used to pretend to be enlightened, to further delude myself. It simply takes too damn long, to succeed. It’s smeared against the wall. I don't talk to myself, I yell, and, apparently, still don't listen. Corporations are remarkably ineffective, except when it comes to their own bank books. Conditions are always attached, to the petty agreements. Everything here smells like semen, tastes like a vaginal discharge. I want to pull out my hair, strand by strand, and cut out my own stomach. There isn't one thing on the news that really matters, the important things are not considered important, or even an issue. It seems like everybody's getting rich, but us, you say? Even people who don't believe in God, do, it gets complicated, but it's true, isn't it? Every single thing needs to change in this country, or this country, will cease to be. It's time to feed the cat, it is always time to feed the cat. There is nowhere to go, the bickering about money will not end, cannibalism is coming here, refugee camps - the works (you just wait and see, bubba). We've got to run our homes like organized crime syndicates. I'm jealous of the soft, the safe, the content, the comfortable. Our instincts and thoughts betray us, at least, mine do. You're interested in grief, huh? Nothing matters and everything does, sink or swim, they tell me. As far as I'm concerned, anything goes, anything! I don't know what kind of revolution we need, but we sure as hell do need one, now! Nothing productive is ever going or get done in this inefficient system, or... There aren't any jobs (but a great economy, near full employment). No word yet exists, for my political viewpoint. We are the worst enemies of ourselves. It's downfall time, now. It’s everyone for themselves, with a few lies strategically placed, here and there, to keep you going. The framework will fuck you up. If people that make nerve grating, absolutely awful music, can be millionaires, it's just way too simple, isn't it? We need to downsize the government totally, for instance, what do we need fifty states for? Pay very, very close attention to the studies, survey results, polls and reports. Scratch your face/ass off. We are experiencing technical difficulties, inside out brains, which used to be called chemical imbalances, or mental illnesses, etc. All my solutions to all the problems I posit, would die with me, because nobody wants solutions, they want things to remain the way they are. Things are designed to break you, come out even, end you up right where you started. We never seem to get to, what we've got to get to. Make some sense, do whatever you want, get to the back of the line, but please, get in line. The games keep getting played, everything keeps working, running, thriving, and shouldn't. The bulletin board announced much less than a positive thinking regimen. Paint the eggs, use light pastel shades. The unexplainable is explainable, all told. The switch was thrown, and I was decimated. We’re quite blank.