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The boring parts, are the oft-repeated parts. This is not a therapeutic thing, I can write obituaries that bring the deceased back to life, for one more tango on the railroad tie. Laziness is the worst habit of them all. This publishing company, only publishes lesbians, this one, only people from the Great Plains, the other, botanists, what is this shit!? What's the quotient? If evicted, I'm underneath the overpass. Don't get so depressed, that you can't even acknowledge that that's, even the case. Write a memo regarding peculiarities, observations, declarations, requests, demands, et. al. Yeah, yeah, a lot of help you are, go to bed, will ya? What chip am I missing? It takes what it takes, to get from here to there. This is the greatest country in the world, which is exactly why I'm so critical of it. We're artists, sometimes, other people live, all the time. People read the paper, for the TV and movie listings, and the comics? There weren't enough pumpkins floating in the water, for the kids to bob for. Neo-nihilists, there is something in nothing! I can't live my life this way, it is time to seriously reconsider graduate school (again). The kind of knowledge that I gather so gleefully, has never done me a whole hell of a lot of good. By now, my résumé is in the Los Angeles county dead letter office. It's all a lot of talk, old and new fears, what does this mean, if anything at all? Major appliances, foot powder, torn paper bags. Let's get some new art, that's worth hanging up in the permanent collections. That's a lot of hair to be losing, every time you comb your head off! It is important that the mophead doesn't smell like it's contracted any kind of mildew. I'm afraid to ingest those germs, that live inside you. Don't apply for the bottom of the barrel jobs. Best get yer footsies up into them stirrups yourself, there, girly. Every single person must be trained to endure a virtual onslaught. Maybe I deserve my bad reputation. Where are the naked girls? The test is on Monday, people. You don't just "make it big," it's impossible to describe how what happens, happens. Drop all of your claims to possession, of every single thing you currently own. Don't call her swampy, Marie! Don't lie about your arrest record. Leave them out of this. We're cutting prices, to ensure that the product moves, sells, I even threw out the hat! Despite all that I write and say, I go on. Too many commercials, make people angry! Teachers, teach on! The empty space makes sense. I don’t believe in any of this, either. Constant movement, constant cleaning. It was as if a curtain was suddenly pulled down! It was like the life size, burrito sex act. Please don't make me roll crepes right now. Only the poor know the truth about economics. My book, Self Help For Dumb People, failed miserably. Let yourself scribble all over this book. If you take a good, hard look, you’ll end up hating most everything, too. Let's bring some classicism back into the industry, the men in the smoky room, and all that. What can anyone say to me, and why would they? Freedom versus prison, is the way to think about freedom, even though we don't have a lot, it's better than some other people. After the fact, is a fact in itself. The one minute idea of minuets, didn't work out. If the sand hadn't already gone through that small hole in the hourglass, you could play, "what do I want when I grow up". Just, huff off! We're getting a lot of stimuli, but it's all the wrong kind. Purloined status, safety, security, contentment, and so on. Lately, blue corn is everywhere I look. I want my mental illness to be eliminated. More work in general, must be done, by everyone! I'll bet you wish you were a dog, right about now! Blink, breathe, move, excrete, eat, drink. In college, I was very upset about something, something that was never made clear to me, I never found out what it was. I want to interview people, even about boring stuff. I grow tired of throwing crumbs to the pigeons, I sit here and hone my flawed and obsolete craft. If there were only a way to untrap ourselves from this intolerable situation, this line we toe, day after day. Perhaps I am misinterpreting Descartes, perhaps I didn’t understand the question. Don’t like it, piss off! The strokes and heart attacks, arrive right on schedule. Nobody promised us any pleasure. What else can I possibly do? Anger, anxiety, on edge…
This is like knock, knock, knocking, on Flinchy's door. We'll come back to this a little later on! At least we have free speech and can write whatever we want, not that we do, very often. Even our dumb ideas, are getting stolen. The walks and drives, are too pleasant, peaceful, satisfying. Some of these ticket stubs, are very interesting. I said I don't want to be impossible, I know that I'm impossible. This story starts out in Los Angeles, California, as they all do. Someone has chosen to use the shower! Examine every statement truthfully, and restate them, please. Men yelling something, yes, I understand, that could be a good idea. The moral of the story, is don't do it. Down to wine, yet again! Maybe I'm all show, no go. Look, put down the marijuana pipe, and just listen. Complaining is, or can be, contagious. This is the end of screwing around! There are a lot of coats in the room, a lot of toys to play with. Find the ginty, who regards him, or herself, as a gleep, six points! A great many ambitious projects, are good. Enjoy the hotel lobby, if you should happen to wind up, there. Not to apply too much pressure, but a thousand dollars, is a thousand dollars! She was sucking the water off of some kind of plastic tarp. This is not real sunshine. Careers have been ruined, baking soda has been dropped, keep on typing, stop typing, keep on typing, start typing again. As for the most horrifying twenty minutes ever seen on film, we're working on it. Don't stare at her too long, we must make extra chocolate and caramel, for tomorrow. Another hi-tech, food supplement? Chris, you would save me an awful lot of money, if you would find those disks, and uh, I don't have any money! This bedroom contains bugs, amongst other things. This is like coon derived, sarsaparilla, hiding! Experiment at will! Give a prompt, or at least, an attaboy, sometimes. I've got to keep my New York address, a secret. There is a whole hell of a lot more we could've said. Don't you dare fold those sheets of paper one more time! The dresser drawers have all been pulled out, and replaced with scrap wood, roll up your sleeves. The people sit on their porches like electrocuted birds, fried onto the power lines. Most emotions and feelings, if not all, are useless! We signed in and out daily, in the volunteers log, just like we were supposed to. I'm feeling a great deal of pleasure on you, right now! Don't wait too long for the secret door, that needs a card, to open by itself. Where is that new list of rules, guidelines, and reforms? See also, jailbait: ask for identification. Nobles are obliged to clean up after themselves. Back at the apartment, someone is touching someone else's vagina, evidently. Myth after myth after myth, gets dangerous. With yellow, cling peach asses, we stumbled into the infirmary, moaning. I seem incapable of action. I loved her, and married her, now, I hate her, and could kill her. Please keep a copy saved on disk, I'm having visions of graduate school, as a solution, again, stop me? Were you planning on just stuffing yourself with pastries? Man, they've been married three years already. Must ensure some kind of something. Nothing will really change. I’m exhausted, and don’t know what to do. You receive pleasure from that kind of filthy talk, huh? This could really, really, harm business. Work on quantity, and I think, quality will follow. See the shoes? They're "working on the phone lines," wink, wink! It's interesting, the things you find out about yourself, when there is no one who is fooled by your bullshit anymore, yourself included. Many years come together, with these... You have been told to enjoy your visit today! It is all coming down at once, to destroy me for the last time. Did you bleach the needles, Luann? Go willy-nilly through your memory, and write down everything. Bust the teeth off of a stockhouse animal. All my troubles, began with my colon! We park our cars, too often! Haven't you yet heard, that burping is vulgar? If you can get beyond the growling, snapping beasts... To just think, to even think, of all the humiliations, and horrible things, that have happened to me, and have been happening to me for years, if that's at all possible, could lead to a breakthrough, or two. We should have kept on, with the cylinders and scales. The click/clack of notebooks, being opened and closed. Why didn't we fuck, why didn't we? Being cunning, won't get you into those pants. Follow, forward leaning, down south, Bubba. Don’t believe in what’s leading you by the leash, to the jackpot. Two lines to go, step up to the plate, as a big hitter, and see how different it feels. These catacombs are real. Our thirsts are never really quenched, due to something they put in the drinks. You’ve made me wait, long enough. Most things are for other people, not us.