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We grow discontented with our hands, unfortunately. Don't even kid, about the cover letter, right now. Aren't you the guy who puts flamingo's out on the lawns? Something has gone wrong with me. We've done strange things with umbrellas, sure, who hasn't? The heat will cause strange secrets, to be kept. I saw what I saw, and will use it, now. The dullness of things, as they are, will grow tiresome. Shin and bone, is all there is. The "degenerate youth," are those who accept the downsized workers, open position? I got fired again. In good old Wisconsin, a lot of time, just elapses. Wind me up, and release me into the crowd (unarmed). Check out the merchandise, I'm not fifteen anymore. It is very much a Monday, disaffected youth, out of style. Thoughts don't pass down the placenta. Don't let your kids get as spaced out, as I am. Beer garden endurance? There is only one way off this island. To be honest, I don't know where all the blood in the bathroom, came from. I did a half-assed job, of looking up his address. What does this mean, this, you can sense her inner thighs, thing? I am a squeezed dry, rag. To be honest with you, I couldn't care less about her, "fine tits". This foundationless morality, we ascribe to these days, is more strict, than that of ages past. The first thing that I need to produce, is a self. The merchant spoke of himself, in third person, turned into an imp/Casanova, sweetie-pie, on six twists. Maybe the guy got in a fight with the sous chef. I need a helmet, a dentist, clothing without stains. If I'm still doing what I'm doing now, three years from now, again, I'll never forgive myself. It's taken me too long to get to this point. One word, Ibid. Strange is only the beginning, baby. Our sex lives are finished, let's just stare at the wall for a few hours. My imagination is not working, as of this time (now). "Miracles" happen every day; no, I wasn't the one impersonating Jesus, near the liquor store. What we need to do is go out for a custard cup, and discuss these issues further. Make up your mind, now, once and for all! We can find out who killed who, by secret means. One impulsive marriage more, to annul. Everything folds up so neatly, see? Send in your box tops, send in your box tops. Create the Movie of the Century (either one). No, I never left the syndicate, was that the word which was used? We only appear inept, on the surface. I must have lost my Virgo coin, in the graveyard, last night. It's about style, but goes about it, all wrong. I can't stop myself, from staring into the beautiful wood grain of this table. Are you in need of a job? I need more than tuna, what I probably need right now, is a shower, of course, I'd have to buy one, first. The pain doesn't ever go away, you learn to live with it. My toes are really deformed, get me out of this. Get out of the chair. Make it count/matter. For me, it is so difficult, to just be, to just live, that I’d rather not. A nice vase of beautiful flowers, properly placed, set up, so wonderfully. The new, gets old. Hey, we’re successful failures. The issues that they talk about, are not all that important. It's (heartshaped) interesting, how and why, things work (and don't). Everything I say is like a broken record, as you can see. Like blood and ammonia soaked socks, there isn't that much of a difference. I cannot describe this book, it’s an all new thing, I refuse to discuss it. Fences are being built. Don't even look at that, right now. Maybe I should buy some dumbbells, or stop being one. The Kennel said no. Well, my word, that is a raccoon, on the roof. Chives no longer grow around the house. Quality (hopefully). The school called again... Nervousness, is what let us move from one room, to the next, quickly and easily. There was a store there, they tore it down; say something crazy, offend someone (animal?). You will feel so much better... after laying back into love. We don't know what's real, and what isn't. We think positive, but expect negative, and very often, get neither. I need something I don't have. Ladies and gentlemen, please form some semblance of a single file line. I know you get a lot of mail. Let's just be quiet, we don't have to talk all the time. One minute, you're repulsive, the next, you're swarmed at the mall. I once said, that it would wind up happening, I'm not quite so sure anymore. Most times, not all, but most, there is no reward (we want, don’t get) whatsoever, in writing, or being a writer/schlub. Maybe someday, I'll be able to afford to get my hammer toes fixed. Destinies have to end sometime, baby. Does today have to be exactly like yesterday? Your John called, you won't be getting it tonight (giving it up). I guess, I just like to hear myself talk. This seems like a grade school, spelling test. My work goes on, this, despite the fact, I’ve never made a dime off of it. The inside rail mistakes we make, cannot be undone. Listen to the hum, as a warning.
Pick your nose, nobody's looking. I'm an outcast outcast, a "you don't belong here," type, and I don't appreciate this. I've got to do that thing with "the letter," more often. Gather the right seeds, sonny-boy. "As is," nothing is ever going to come of this. I remember your plastic cup, in the basement of the store. My lover used to wipe her ass with my nose, I miss her a lot. They charge me the highest prices. Pfui to the eggs. The great (my voice in cracking) underliner, loves goofy, crazy, funtime, and somber, studious isolation. We search, for not quite entry level. It closes and opens, closes, then opens all over again. I don't want to be a burnout/drop out/forget it, loser! Get your ass out of my ear. My strip-o-gram service, was not a big hit at the kids birthday party, last Saturday. We all live in dream worlds, of one kind or the other. He needs to go visit the fish cannery. We're bent too far, I will ignore the ever present echoes, and odors, signs, and symptoms. My book will likely be entitled, Twisting the Heads Off Birds. Stop being sick. Spinach makes us shit, which, if examined, looks like the South Sea islands. How many hours have I wasted already, here? Right when we need an extra boost of energy, we can't get out of bed. Who’s going to take over? I’m very disappointed, and ashamed of myself (I just went out and did it). I’ve still left a lot out (thank goodness). This is some high energy, snapping, and shaking of ass. My ape imitation, is by far, the most hilarious. It really wasn’t a party (you mean, I just walked into a home?). I hate her, for legal reasons, I can't mention any names, at this time. Return to sender, not deliverable as addressed, unable to forward. Be a little bit of everyone, and everything, just a little. When you can't keep your eyes open anymore, sleep. My pharmacist said that he was going to, "put a stop to me". Recycled cud. We need to go on one of "those kind of job searches", don't we? Why did she keep doing that thing with her leg (it'll be a while)? I watched them use the ointment, on one another. The old kiln, is long gone. That’s my old pinwheel hat! It’s like taffy (this)! So many things, are both shitty, and terrific, at the same time/place. The worst we can imagine, can get pretty darn bad. My failure, will tickle you, pink. My delusions have long since gotten the best of me, they were the best of me, they're gone now. I invented a sort of baseball. We’re all sexually, depraved, deprived. None of us want to miss anything. I couldn't believe what you did to the chicken. High grade, over the top, thrills? The carpeting is grey, as it should be. I no longer play with toys. This is the same structure, as that. I wound up on the wrong side of the fence. Cut me down, but leave the damn trees alone. I'm tumbling off the top (he falls). The soil once sustained us, soon, it will choose to destroy us. There is some kind of heat coming off of me. Her feet were absolutely huge. So, the big shot eats pancakes, when he isn't drunk, eh? Harm was done. Bombs away, baby cakes. We try, in vain, always. Everyone is selling something, right now, I'm selling my soul, just for instance. There won’t be any threats, or warnings, should you ever touch my wife. Is that sweat, or fat, rolling over? In proper footwear, the cake flip, perhaps, no, no, I'll stick to this. Bring measurable results, in with you. These games I play in my head, have gone way too far. This is a radical, fuselage rampage! The food isn't... No more slinky kitten exploits for me, this is no kind of safety. I will not work for assholes, this is the motto. Why did you have to eat all the potatoes? Reach for the... Live up to a lot of oaths, creeds, motto's, etc. Instead of guns, the criminal used stethoscopes! When my little scandal breaks, I'll be more than merely, ready. The clumped sand was shit, we found out a little too late. Not having any money, we go from house, to house, and beg. Buy one, get one free. A lot goes into running six personality reels, at once. Stick your finger in your arm. Nobody just whistles through this, which everybody already knows. Don't be softy, soft serve, holding the flowers. To the post office, no more fear. This is the kind of drive we're used to. Don't be disgusted by your silky, slinky self. Yeah, this is like diving into an empty pool. Mr. Red, I could have sworn you were green. You didn't read my mind. This is it, this is all there is. Does it feel like the drugs are using you, rather than the other way around (disagree)? Before the talk show host retired, he rubbed himself in the sexy place, far too often. The teaser is what pleases us, the present isn't the way I imagined it would be (in the past). That guy must have been wearing some kind of wig. After the clearance sale, we got into a big accident on the interstate. At long last, there are no excuses anymore. The doll lost it's head and limbs, apparently. The older we get, the less we have. How could any man, not want to fuck her? Were you just kidding about what you said you wanted to do to that trucker? Some city code, or the other, was violated. The Indians talked to me at length about avocations. Aren't you worried about all those custom picture frames? No sir, no sir, that was definitely not me dancing, no. Burning your own writing, is never a good idea. There is cum in your pants. Now, I’m even fatter.