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She just sat there, wearing a hat and smoking. At issue, millions of unclaimed dollars/money. The strippers at the club, have taken to wearing helmets. Cross it out, cross it all out, crucify them all! We need reefers, joints, pot! Smell him. Neutralize the so what's. Fuck technology. Will or could, someone (or everyone) do my exercises for me? Question yourself, your motives. The year is a third of the way over, by the time I realize it's began. We can't properly enunciate our hates. A man dressed in pink, starts dancing, waving a dildo and singing. The man in the train station, kept asking for caplets, nobody knew what he meant. Not up to the task? Breathe breath, listen. No more quibbling over trifles, or details; the advisors meet in the harem. Sometimes, well, they don’t know what he/she is talking about. There is no time to even read, anymore. Get that typing started. Believing and knowing, are two very different things. Some of the letters I used to write, proved to be quite interesting, in retrospect. Council meetings are going to be televised, boy-o-boy! I felt attacked, beware one thing above all else, and that is getting sued. These acts have long since been played out. So outlined, organized; yo, deal with the ninety days. No Elvis, so be it, amen. The chicken and egg, began fighting violently. My shadow says I don't deserve the truth, or anything. Bad timing, I am very sorry for any emotional pain, this event may cause. Most people have actual things to do. It's just a normal, standard toilet. Soonafter, that got tiresome, let go of me! Another massacre, another person's name, we'd never heard before this day. If you're putting the money down, you'll get more than your end up, and then some. This is not the appropriate time, or place, for this. The “victim,” blamed his parents. A million dollars is possible. Just in case your years get ahead of themselves, pull shit off the shelves somewhere, dust and clean. The idea; to stay focused. Don't work, if your labor only makes some other sucker, rich. A woman, squatting down and pissing, in a bush! Write your books, live your life, not vice versa. We talked about augmenting ourselves. Walk right out the door (wonderful). Hrrumph, of the non-paranoid variety. Get out (oh, my stars)! Sponsored by... Scientists aren't sure why the animals are disappearing. Make manic, work for you. We've decided that we hate our lives! The only fashion worth taking notice of, is the cheap kind. We can't bleed any more! What now? Stock those shelves, go get yourself a 1963 wardrobe. Succumb, succumb, said the man that answered the phone. An open letter to the inconsistent. You took all that I have/had, my life. Her whole body, was an ear. Infectious and addictive, an uproar of hate and terror. I was treated with the utmost kindness, and afforded every courtesy, while engaged in my duties. New players? The artist's, can't leave their bodies. The bust goes down at the most (don’t think) inopportune time. Lower, crowded, round, flushed, we're not losers, per se, we're losing, sure! Revenge is going to follow this act. Know the thing/nothing/know nothing/ no thing? I've paid my dues beyond the point of no return, she cried/lied. What the hell is going on in there, listen to me, I fucked you on the couch, and I want, no, I need to, be able to do it again! I’m solely responsible for the content. I've been crossed off the short list. The book is like hair, too long to, "do anything with". Every last one of us will go through the wringer, at some time. It's gonna’ be another blank calendar year, with nothing written on any of the pages. Our dreams betray us. There has got to be a way, that hasn’t been thought of yet. You owe what I took, the secret ballots, have all been counted. I let them destroy me. Nothing but that, even. My horror is worse than yours. We say no, then, do it. Keep one eye on where all of your hours are going. Whatever you do with honesty, kindness, bravery, and devotion, gets done. Bestiality has occurred? Say, you! We fled, but it caught us.
He does not mow lawns, he studied engineering, fancy. Politics is so stupid, such a curly ball, that I try not to speak, or write about/contribute to it, at all! Chlorine comes up through the heating grates, now. Stop pushing against non-existent barriers! Blink, and two hours have passed by. Everybody's dropping dead all of a sudden. There are two difficulties, both, are inconsequential. It never equals itself out. You aren't going anywhere, fatty, you will stay right here. We had nothing else to do, we became sluts (part time). Ms. Pasta, thank you! The addled, get reclaimed. Please, let us try again! From a distance, any writing looks good, it's when you read it, however, my goodness, how long it takes. The goal is to get from here, to there, as quickly as possible. Too much work, to none at all. They inhale from whipped cream cans. People are moving to San Francisco, in record numbers. Hot food eaters, wipe their noses, in the summertime. Their conversations, turned to vacations, various destinations. We are the tribe. What sort of mess is next? Alchemy takes on a whole new meaning, with her around. Eleven years of nothing, how can I say I'm serious, without making it look like I am? We could keep temps, they could prove useful. Steal, you've got nothing to lose (or do you?). She regretted having sex with me, they all did. All of the sudden, I'm the asshole? The topless swimmer in the relay, gave me twenty dollars, so as not to have to complete the race. Swipe whatever is bothering you, right out, like wiping an asshole. Give me back my camera, or else. Does persistence, really pay dividends? My election surprised me, more than anyone, huh, well, deafening silence. Use her electrical boobs, the way that she would want you to. All of the excitement that I used to feel, in regards to writing, faded away, a long time ago. The angst is real, but it doesn’t make any difference. With all the rust in my eye, and on my hands, clothing, you'd think I'd done something. We have quite enough to think about (all of us). What are the odds, that we'll become what we thought we would? Economics, is smoke and mirrors. We’re full of shit. The picnic tables, were stacked up for the winter. There is very little room left, to roam in. The wish list, was revealing/embarrassing. Lazy, confused, unmotivated, dumb? You had sex, or tried to, anyway, with an animal! The man, got loony! How can I silence the voices? They are getting louder, and louder! The suggestions for further reading, lead people a long, long, way away. The passer-by all seemed very happy. She kept smelling her own fingers. One page, four question marks, loneliness. Drawings of the coffee shop, from a bird's eye viewpoint. The buffet line, took a turn for the worse. We are not anything, at least not any particular type, or kind, of thing. Our goal was to straighten the books. You're fired, for stealing beer. You should all be very proud of yourselves. Get a yellow folder, to keep your work in. Don't you tell me, I can tell, that too. Skip around. Everything here, is just ducky! Love and fear, fear and love? Creamed spinach, is really, quite good. Mar-Mar fucked herself, and liked it. Actually, this is sex addiction! Awkwardness, nerdiness, it never goes away! No records! Delusion, prefabrication, acreage for the hippies, my bullshit is wearing thin, on myself! Walking along the highway, listening to two radios at once, even though there is no radio, whatsoever. 99.9% of rumors, are not even true. Oddness, infidelity, oranges, apples , purchases, attempts, words, grunts, groans. Stay able to fuck, not that it matters, whether you do it, or not. Tones, scales, twelve-pitch, I am bankrupt. Balance is hard to achieve. Do what must be done. We are required to comply with certain rules, judgments, declarations, and just words. Totally naked, totally dark, who cleaned the toilet without being asked? They spoke of blank checks, for asshole. I don't care one whit about your Christmas figurines. She needs to find out what fun is. I claimed that I’d been through it all before (ahem, cough, uh). Usually, it's me, who talks about absolutely nothing, but there are others. We peeked in the skylights, wearing her pants. My head, is like that of an ostrich. Man, I was just thrown for a loop. Try to make your yawns more stylish, and exciting. How could he casually salt up, what he killed? Give your hero, the finger. With pistachio breath, I made my way down to the armory. Regret it all. The charges were thrown out. All I got was, in trouble, a lot. Asymmetrically, crap, through your ass. Theories are problems, at least, mine are. I did not fuck that one woman, over by the dumpster (or, did I?). Drunks don't cum. Should I just leave this, as is? The next wave, will do what it does, on some beach, somewhere, even if I'm not there to see it. The Russian, didn’t understand the rules. Food is not to be eaten. Start from the ground up! As I start to look more sane, the opposite, is what’s really happening. I didn’t want to be her exactly, just enact her essence. The barn is in flames, and nobody is doing anything. It just didn’t fall together the way I thought it would. We’re ineligible.