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I look very closely at the flower, so as not not to miss anything. Who cares at this point?. The graveyard looks more inviting to me, than corporate America. I've failed, without ever actually failing. Punch the air out cold, or try to. Timidity has been my number one enemy. This guy is neither, "one of the guys", nor, "one of those guys". Something went wrong, somewhere, we'll come back to this. The shower might as well be a torture chamber. My sleepwalking is taking me further and farther. It's all pretty much bullshit, and blah-blah, isn't it? I can promise the circus, not the audience. Do not beat your pets. We will sit in the waiting room, patiently. There are no more preparations to be made. My fears have gotten in the way of my ambitions, long enough. The savvy, the "cool," can go fuck themselves. Neat-o, fine, peachy-keen, leprosy, roach clips, eunuchs, Anthrax. I’m a loser, the bus incident, is what I’m referring to, specifically. Is this only the first page? Receive the government cheese, graciously. I feel like taking a nap, every time I sit down to write out my résumé, conveniently. I’ve forgotten that one line, that sums it all up. As the foghorns blow, little kitty vittle, meows. People would rather receive something in the mail, with a little pizzazz, than the same old. My hands keep falling asleep (it could be nicotine poisoning). Hide out in the coat check room. Please give me a chance, um, that's all I should say, for right now. It's like taking side bets at the sewing bee, to see who injures themselves first. Act sophisticated. It's very important to be able to handle rejection, in life. Yours Truly, all of it. I've already lost the competition, this is my, "shoot at the target anyway". Maybe I'm just a crazy fucker, and this is all a bad idea. Tomorrow, I will lose my job (not that I really ever had one). All of my clothing is ruined. For a while, I even had quotes from the Bible in here, to accompany all this. Do it, to it, sucker. It is very important to begin at the beginning. How do you account for how quickly time seems to go by, the older we get? I could very well be fooling, or lying to myself, about every conceivable thing! Will they sue me, for just trying to crawl out of hell? Save mama. It was going to be something else. I don't talk to myself, I yell. What I want to say, is difficult to state, in this form, with these restrictions. What happens to them? I do not exist (part two): Mustard all over the clean shirt. There will be another delay. The porno shop clerk, looks forward to visiting with you, in the future. Our need to work is not being met, currently. There will not be a "real" boat dock. You never should have allowed what they did to you, to happen. Please and thank you, by the way. My crutch was indecision, thinking too much, and doing too little. Talent takes away something else, it seems. There are going to be things that happen, that will make you angry, yet happy. We're now the ages we are. At this point, I care about your company, as much as you care about me (meaning, not at all). Forge reality out of this unreal world. There are more reasons why, than why not. What are we? After all the other questions have been asked, that one remains unanswered. It's hard to describe this guy! We're not going to be writing on paper, very much longer. Maybe I'll go down to the Kiev, yet again. When disappointing things, become, in strange ways, fascinating, beware. Now, we will lift the sanctions. Selfishness is a disease, ah, number nine. Forgive me if any of this material seems, "improper". Yeah, I’m “dirty.” Yield to the pressure, say wow, there must be a book full of secrets, that everybody knows about, except me. Most of us, are slightly damaged, goods. Being a tireless hard worker, isn't enough. Somebody needs to go way beyond Jesus. There is nothing left to figure out, there is an awful lot to be done, however. I really should have majored in agriculture. Things happen, that you don't count on. There is no reason for you to be wallowing, where you're wallowing. The new version, of the same old thing, didn't go over too well. Knaves, fools, drunks, creeps, need a chance. The medium chose to shut the door to his room. Go to market, with the newfangled intention, which was forgotten, anyway. I have problems, or, rather, had problems, they’ve run their course. This is like the long awaited merger with Mexico, that we’ve been waiting for. Oppose the one’s who are standing there. We’re engulfed by the nothing, surrounded.