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The flash was seen, not where the source of it came from. There is no peace for the likes of us, I'd like to say, "do whatever you want," but we all know that's not true. Something about an arm, was said. They tried to scare us into taking the fruit seriously. We need a new kind of scientist. We put ourselves where we can. The toilet melted underneath Tiffany's ass. To share sensitive parts of yourself, revealing things, has to occur. On page 210, we find what it is we've been looking for. All I ask for, is a relatively meaningful, and engaging life... She sat there doing nothing, had no reason. Another gas station, to remind each and every one of us, that we're still human. I'm pretty sick of these years full of nothing. You may be surprised what you find underneath a rock, I, for one, happened upon myself. I owe you all, way more than I can give, if there's even anybody out there. Call me meatball head. Cold feet got the best of me. The abusers were abused, themselves. Say no to living and life, I'm about as gone as someone can be (and still be here). Anything but this, here, now, me, doing what... tossing and turning, all night? Admirers of sorts, aren't, and the whole shithouse goes up, right when you're used to the smell. We observed the subject, as he repeatedly, opened and closed the cooler doors. We're proud of our free tote bags. You've got to get back up to six. The glass house with windows broken out, shuttered/shattered. Shop through the introduction, crisis, conclusion. I've become, what I said would never, ever, happen to me. A bachelor's degree, and then some, it adds up, but not fast enough. I wrote an essay that was way too long, refusing the management position. Summon up a fruit basket, mystic! I'm not fooling anybody, with this shit. Once again, a day passes, without my doing what needed to be done. So much has been removed. Initiate the territorial tax, at once. No more day dreaming about ninja’s! It never ends, does it, it never ends? The bank owns all of this. Twice more, or once? Paper production has been abolished. Mine is not exactly, a success story. Don’t overdo…I mean, the abuse. Bead the squirm out of your small intestines, it's over, isn't it, as much as I resist, it's really over this time, isn't it? I don’t understand it, I never have, never will. Some kind of rash, just overcame my neck. This wasn’t supposed to take this long. The rain signals our gloom. I just want to hide. Strict, conveniently located, oblong, creviced, creased, forewarned. Things aren't going to ever be any better than they are now, to begin something, I let it happen to me, whatever it was. To keep touching one's face, and not know why. Our goals include the accumulation of a sexual history. The songs we sing, contain certain clues, as to what we have to do next. All control is irrevocably lost, I'm in the States hands, now. A little bit of craziness, and unable to get down to the bottom of it, shooting for the top. I just can't live without her, to me, it doesn't matter much, that she doesn't even know who I am, or even that I exist, at all. Mr. Famous Man, studies octaves and objectives, gathers the right things. Pray for me, if you believe in that sort of thing, believe me, when I tell you, that I'll appreciate the thought. Fair warning would be nice, but isn't necessary. He has the whole "two sides" thing, going for him. Replace the flag with a ball, play that weird game. It's legs were up the wrong way, what was it that kiddie thought that I was thinking, earlier? Don't take chances with X. Our talents and interests, become hobbies and pastimes, not jobs, or careers. My legacy will be in the future, the same as it has been in the past, that is, none. My persistence may or may not exist, which is the wrong answer. The buses run on strange schedules. How to be a big shot (part eleven)! Get enough calcium! Spaghetti stains on you shirt, on the big day, the last thing I wanted to do, is done. If you know how long this really takes, I hope to see you soon. The crystal libertine, shatters when dropped, I'm more fucked, as a person, than I care to admit to, presently. It is time to remove the steel box, I'm ready to be dragged over the coals, and burned alive. My days of vomiting alongside the house, are over, it doesn't make anything else, any easier (don't give up too soon). The horse gets a ride to where it needs to go, I don't know why this makes me so sad. Beat the shit out of myself, again. This is not love, nothing is. Lay down the tracks, get out of whatever funk, or depression, you should find yourself in. Fuck syntax, leave it to the semi-professionals. It's tough to face the facts, squarely. Spray the insecticide, over here. There isn’t one product, anywhere, worth buying, certainly not one, worth the price that they charge. As our muscles fall off, we’ll all wonder how we ever came to cherish, what we did. The Spanish good-bye/hello, and salute, can’t awaken the frog people, from their perpetual slumber. It’s a tragi-comedy, in two acts. It’s an invisible wall.