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Let's compare extremities again, that used to be our favorite part. Toxic bioconcentrate, causes confusion, and concern. Nobody in the world alive, is radical enough, they like getting fucked. Your life is largely in the hands of someone else. We're getting down to the last couple of pages, at least, I hope so. You can be sentenced to die, but not be assisted, should you choose. Flay me like a deer carcass, I can't care, or worry, anymore than I already have. If she's a little hillbilly, yee-haw your ass to the chapel. They will press charges, this time. Get ready, to get hurt. All I want to be, is a recluse, who writes a few books. Everyone is dulled, stupefied, speechless. On the surface, things look fine, dandy, clean, ordered, swell. The soot and ash caught fire. You don’t know who you know. They will all dispute what I’ve claimed, try to prove me wrong. We're all a bunch of shits, and cocksuckers. The rash is spreading, weight has been gained, they are not looking good. The agony of anxiety, can drive you to absolute, wits end... it's called, "going ticky". You'll lose your job! Do it anyway, illegal, or legal, whatever. Nothing is worth looking at, much less, purchasing. It's impossible to start a new life, when you're trapped in the one you have. There are shit stains on my pants, yet again. What are your thoughts in traffic? You couldn't, wouldn't, be what, or who, you are, if you knew better. This has to be good, and I cannot tell, if it is, or not, at all. Stop being self conscious about your sexuality, please! We are terrified of our own anger, of what it will cause, or drive us, to do. We've been beaten and left to die. The dry cleaners became the number one thing in my life, somewhere along the way. To be at the end of one's rope, and to listen to the rumblings of your intestines, can and does, end young people's lives. No one cares, because they were trained not to. Our lives will never be put back into order. Who will take care of their smells after I've gone away? Forget all about safety, you're never going to have it. We work very hard, to get nothing. That big piece of cardboard off the expressway, looked just like a dead body. You can get tired doing nothing, take my word for it. Not me, this is not my doing. Our lives are ruined by unsuspected sources. I still gotta’ pay that girl. Mine is no "life of a genius," I can tell you that right now. Flatten it out, you damn asshole? The President is useless, any country. Get away with it, "they" do. People were throwing balloons out of car windows, everyone had a place setting. Go the wrong way under the bridge, if only once. Why do any of us even bother, it's a losing battle, in fact, we've already lost. Oh, there's Frank, someone else said, who? Go into the hole, give up, none of us can win this game, it's not our fucking game. It all cancels itself out. Universities are safe havens where people can do nothing. Screw your job before they can screw you, and leave you high and dry, with zero. Fly off, little fairies, fly away, get away. The people at the top, are accountable only to themselves, they worry about little, they don't have to, they are set! People get rousing applause, for saying nothing. We don't know anything, to be true, we're very likely, wrong, begged for a job and got nothing but doors slammed in my face. The silence of the dead, speaks volumes, to me. Give the powerless, the power, I feel bloated, gassy, pregnant. Fuck "good customer service," fuck customers! Belch, wonder if you're severely retarded, or not. Our system of government, is criminal. My first heart attack was painful, and required a long term recovery. Things are not working out, they're just not working out. What do you all have, chlamydia? Keep scratching down there, and you're gonna’ wind up having to do something else. Your "conflicts," do not exist, it does no good, because it is no use, we're all fucked, and there is nothing any of us, can do about this! The already epidemic crises, will increase, and people will work harder, to pay for things they don't even want. If only the phone would stop ringing, for one day. I don’t know the rules, or, I’ve forgotten them, there is something very wrong here. We're so tired all the time that we won't be able to fight, when we have to, this, like everything else, is planned. We want the imperfections removed from our lives, we want fancy cars, whether we are communists, or not. Get out the mop, Bible, and Crucifix, there’s trouble. The poor are the people who make the rich, rich. Go ahead and hate, why not (something has got to work)? The storms are coming this way. Another tornado decimated another trailer park. We are feeling the wetness, of this thin, grey, shitty, ass. Look at me, I am floating through the air, and headless. The wad was a thin trickle.
The time has come, the H2O is a beautiful, neon green. My legs feel very vinyl now. It's too hard to play catch-up, after the fact, or the damage, is done, keep to your schedule! It’s indeed insane, but isn’t everything? It felt as if it was so real. Rub your eyes, come out of denial, no more guilt, at meals! Don’t watch me. One day’s worth of your thoughts, beats five years of my writing. I haven't even taken off my leash yet! I keep adding things in. People risk their lives on these highways. They said that there was no way that I could do this. This old bastard, swings at the ball now. We can fully use the driveway, at this time. You've got to do this, you've got to do something, concrete. Fatty got no food? People, bake your cakes. The art life, is impossible, nowadays. I think I'm getting to be that guy, you know, the one who looks homeless. We have no next of kin, a few clones, some clay sculptures. Remember the front row discomfort? Get it in her mouth, I don't know what I want to do, nor, where and how, things went so terribly wrong. Hold your heads under the fountain. Fake arm or prosthetic limb? People on the bus were looking at me funny. If only every day were payday, we'd be all right. Are you irritable and embittered again? Give me twenty pencils, and the girl on the go-cart. We are just throwing cigarettes out the window, picking someone else's hair out of our food. 1990, caught touching myself, in the security booth! Writing kills more swiftly than cancer. The lights keep changing. Hey tits, meet me at midnight, at "the spot". The more tired I get, the more brilliant I think I am. Ah, freshly cut grass, to keep off. Ah, blooming trees, writing selves, there was a birth of this nation, there will be a death. The dream of the overpass, with the right kind of light showing through the chain link fence, that has fallen over onto the road. We will not, just go away. Waving fingers, passing cars. We didn't quite realize our dreams. Imagine how many swingers used to go to that party store, back in their glory days. Chubby does not like this, Chubby whine and cry, moan and bitch. They wear their hats, with the bills bent, in just such a way. You all and I, are as good as married, now. Arnie is a prick and a lousy real estate agent! It's not their fault I'm fucked! You will stop recognizing yourself in the mirror, that's for starters. The struggle, is more of a torture, isn't it? Call me Winny - come - lately. If she was going to leave him, for me, I must have something going on. We need money, now. Don't write and drive, don't write, it's dumb. Circa 1959, ceramic bears, seemed to assault, or Christen me. You're the greatest. The following program is a paid advertisement. I heard they take all your stuff and auction it off, meanwhile, I'm already on, to part two. Just let me rub it, trade in the whole fandango, I'm bubbling, and there is no splendor. Any visions while fucking? This is such a special, special day! Funny, isn't it, how thoughts fall out of our heads, and are lost, forevermore? Faith might as well be a four letter word. They'll option us off for parts, if we let them. The math is tedious. My room is a honey wagon over there. Honk at me again, and I'll open fire. When are we going to be able to do our sit-ups, now? Bunker Hill eroded, years ago. He had more time to build up his spit and vinegar mechanism. The sink has finally rusted through. Go farm your ass out. Guess who went miniature golfing tonight? Watch who you bend over, in front of. I says to the girls, how's about a ride in the 024, baby? Then, I put a pith helmet on. You are like new Ninja’s. I suck at pinball, but it's a rip off, anyway. Try to ejaculate slowly, and give her fair warning, when she requests it. Perhaps, I deserve worse than I’ve received. There is no fucking hope, for any of us. Lately, I think that every black guy that I see, is Will. No movies today, or too many movies? Is not a human life, worth nineteen dollars? When you can think it clearly, see it in your head; and not be able to communicate it, at all, you will have some problems. Try to see the stink! Wild-eyed glory, get into it! If I could, I would pound my needle, into her spinach. Gas up the car, the notebook turned 3-D, gloss off the front. You are losing your hair, G. She was right, I did babble, and I wanted to fuck her, so much, that I couldn't. Why even try to fish in a dead lake? Something is just not sexy right now. All the eggs were in nice little neat rows. The latest fashion, for girls is to wear their T-shirts too small for them, it's too [SIC] good to be true. Such gross unhappiness, flagrant fouls, no refunds. The placemats are stained, just like my shirt. Lemme' rub it in your hair. It wasn’t actually a lie, but it was something similar to one. Where is the money going to come from? The decorations were thrown into the middle of the street. Bad excuse: Baby, I just had to fuck her. Here come the ice cream truckers, they look a little different from the other kind. My lust for her, is unrivaled. Unravel the mystery of the disenfranchised. Off with our balls, before our hair. The Hindu Indian, assaulted me. This fried chicken should be famous! Everything is ruined, wrecked, destroyed. Save this, for a white elephant gift. This is my final try, for salvation. It just isn’t feeling good. Am I somehow, lying to myself, and others, right now? She thinks she’s gonna’ cum in my dreams. To travel East, keep left, release your foot off the gas. Get the money (right or wrong). Back on the same road, no turning back, no looking forward. Too much is going too wrong, there is no “shut up about it,” not anymore. My valiant try, wasn’t enough. Our tortured cries, in silence…
There is a decidedly, alkaline taste, in my mouth, yet again. Turn off that music. This is the part that will end it all, for us. Try to keep different entities, separate! Sick and tired of needing approval, for everything you do? We work at great risk of being destroyed by working, at least, if you work for someone else. Keep things rockin' at the advertising firm, lick someone's ass clean, engage a face and a fist, misconstrue everything, listen to the chimes and bells. A complex, difficult person, a ghastly, ugly scene. This is surely not your résumé, is it? When I was twenty-nine, the birthday was not a happy one. Look, there isn't the ordinary allotment of time to dedicate. Things are sliding back to the way they once were, which is unacceptable. We're planning on making all of our moves, in exile. The tried and true, is all that ever gets produced, published, written, reviewed, sold, bought, shelved, pulled down, looked at again. What's way out of line, is what we all want. It's time for a change, I must have been lying, when I used to say I wanted to. This whole endeavor, has turned out to be one big, crazy, safari. Master these windows, get inside them, figure it out. Here is there, twice removed. Well, I guess all that preparation that I did, doesn't apply in the modern workplace today, I'm more interested in the next millennium, after this one. The disguises that we all have to wear, to get any work, the charms we flaunt, with such guarded (I can’t take it anymore) abandon, the many hats we have to wear to... All the wasted time, is mostly my fault, but not all. Don't want it, look for it, ask for it, even think about it, it's too easy, occurs all too frequently, messes a lot of things up. The dust is getting thick, I imagine myself doing things I'll never do, a little too often. You better sweat the small stuff, despite the fact that everything is. Where's all the detergent? One punch line, replaces the other. The more rights you license away, the more screwed you're going to get. There is nothing that I'm interested enough in, we always end up back at the car. There were some pretty peculiar movements, associated, somehow, with the clearness of the skies. Something has gone terribly wrong with my feet, head, glands. With her gone, the interior design has changed (was she an entity?), significantly. No, ma'am, it's not quite a memoir. This is no Saturday night by the jukebox, with milkshakes, and whatnot. At least now, there's less use of old materials. We searched for the remains. What, no self addressed, stamped envelope? A lot of work, should equate to a lot of money, but, it usually doesn't. The pedestrian mall seemed like a great idea in 1959, it didn't wind up being permanent though, did it? Prepare to bite the big burrito, pretty soon. Visions of eye shadow, other kinds of makeup. All the models look like someone I went to high school with. The sewer drain pipes are clogged, once you specialize, your world is going to become a really small one. What we really want, is to want something. Drag it out from the very core, flop it out, expose it. Permanent scars are permanent reminders, of phases and places, that I should’ve left, long before they became so dangerous. Teens have started fucking again, as have the other residents. All I see on the horizon, is the imminent collapse of everything, not just one, or two, things. Every landscape is endangered, the goal is to become an expert in some particular, peculiar, fetish. It makes some people uncomfortable to get what they want. Have you ever slipped on a banana peel? Wheeze into their underpants. So, so, untouched. People get what they want by asking for it, there are just so many opportunities to snack. Throw the octopus onto the ice. It seems like some kind of thing that we’d make up. Do you think these numbers, could be correct? Talk about who you hate. The trout stream, is dry. Shut up, just shut up, shut the fuck up! Lately, the goal is to do things that I've never done before, or haven't done in years. I wonder if she's still talking it up. Go through your phases, but try to get through them quickly. There is a bit of a game, we've all got to play. The thoughts we think are dirty, sometimes worse. This book will be published by Woodchuck press, out of Walla-Walla. Believe in justice, until you get caught, at which time, criticize the system at length. Trying to find out the truth, under the surface, is all that's interesting. Let other people have all the fun, which isn't all that fun, anyway. My death will attract no attention. There are a great many things, that I (we) don’t know. Why were all the waitresses looking at me so funny, yesterday afternoon? Even the sky, will scorn you. All of us have our favorites, and prepare long speeches we never get a chance to give. The pigeons, land on the thing, and walk in. No scissors shall singe me. I guess I thought there would be more time.