How in the hell, and why in the hell, am I so self-absorbed? My future rotting corpse, talks to me. Your insiders guide to being an absolute doof. Very drunk women, say very strange things. It's too easy, I've said this too often, but it's so easy, that it's hard (to live). Invent your own league, then you'll never be out of it. Revere and value, the "free of the military syndrome". Do I really want to hand my life to someone else, for "health benefits"? World travels: none. All I want, is my life to matter, in some little way. A man in a rubber room, screamed for hours, to let the sunshine in (or was it five long minutes?). Surprisingly, nothing is surprising, we put ourselves exactly where we are. The end of the World, has already happened. I spend most of my time, seated. They turn on you, really fast. We sleep with scowls on our faces. She can’t be curtailed. I snapped the picture, bent over backwards, kissed a lot of ass. I already tried “being nice,” it got me absolutely, nowhere. This book is going to be pretty damn long. Every spot you find yourself in, is a tight one, when you're dangling on any periphery. They are smelling each other’s fingers, and making funny faces. All branches of science are one, so finish what you start, for once. It was my vision and intention, to do something very different, from what I did do. Aren't we all largely self-educated, despite what the University did to us? You could do a cut and paste thing, but will you, is the question? It's about time for me to get yelled at, for something. There’s your damn title. The name of the hotel was spelled wrong. I literally, dream of writing. Be extremely extreme, cause feelings of religious fervor, and salvation. It’ll be VanGogh, or Picasso, there isn’t really any other way. Well, I know her curves and contours. Too anti-ego, for belonging, your own good? Trees don’t correspond to the archtypal renditions that children draw. Many of us have skills that we never even knew that we had, because we'd never been in a situation where we could use them. How could we have known? I influence the atmosphere, negatively. Sentence us, should you so choose. I actually wrote my fax number on the letter to the editor, without owning a machine. Nothing goes down, how we think it should, I want to own the whatever, not work at it. Our reproduced scripts, are not going to be green lighted. Consider yourselves intellectual, despite, or even because of, your lackluster, mediocre, scholastic performances and aptitudes. Half waking up, stumbling out the door, and onto the open road, is growing tiresome. Grunt some kind of results out of this messy... so much has happened, it's been too long, too long. Turn that washed up, whining, slipshit, off! No matter where I go, or what I do, it's some creepy, pointless, boring thing. The wall was torn out of the florist's workshop, destroyed with a hammer, the ceiling fell in. My "sick" dreams, have come to be expected. Tear the heart off your sleeve, as artists, we have no technological knowledge, whatsoever. Not one job that I've ever held could pay the rent, not one. I don't really care if I get the job, or not, if the full truth be told. My life is an illusion, this can't be really happening to me. The farther back you look, the worse I did in school. One time, while dancing, so many problems, and objectives! All of my systems have collapsed. All those funny things that I thought I was writing, won't be seen as funny, by anyone. As far as the question, "Who is this fucking guy", I do not have an answer for you. Resume doing the crazy things you did. Writing is just one more thing I do, like taking a shit, I'm not good, or bad, at it, it may, or may not, matter if I do it, or not (unlike shitting). I'm certainly not excited by it (unlike shitting). Something good has got to happen soon, it's been too bad, too long. How exciting can a retail store, really be here? Those who should've known better, couldn't have. The shack will become a cardboard box “Care" about this? Maybe I'll put the smiley face sticker on the umbrella. There isn't much I can't do (or can). So much sucks, so totally, and completely, that talking, or writing about action figures, will not make any difference. Learn about something that you don't know. There aren't very many investors lined up, to fund our dalliances, fancies, or endeavors. Other world's, in other words, need to be created, or explained. Nobody is going to be willing to just give you their candy, for nothing. To just sit there, thinking absolutely nothing, is frightening. Our insatiable reading habits, will not ever get us anything. It's all talk with me, just like it is for everybody else. I get too content, as a dishwasher/delivery driver. The houses only look like they should be haunted, believe me. I saw her, wanted her, had her, it’s that easy. Too many words heard, is it wrong to want to blow up the World?
You ran an ad in the kinky sex, classified section, didn't you? You might not believe me, but I barely own one pair of shoes. I'm not smart enough to make it, but refuse to admit such to myself, for some reason. Yeah, I'll have a drink with Grandma, dream, or no dream. The plastic Santa was broken, shoved up above the bar. I'm convinced, at this point, that I died on November 2nd, 1988. The lofts are cheap, that's all we need to say. Did anything even come out last night? Mix up several languages, and talk that way, it will make more sense. We've got to do what they tell us to do. In this day and age, by twenty-eight, you’re through. Well, this book isn’t about cherry trees, and holding hands, that’s for sure. Don't forget to bring the wood in. How to Grow Up Fast, would sell a lot of books. The intelligence goes away, just fades away, for there are bills to be paid, you see? I feel like an asshole, it could be, because I am (not human). We should lose, get over ourselves. It's too easy to say things fall apart, and leave it at that. What we thought was (just, make it different) “funny dirt,” was catshit. Right when you’re ready to give up on this, boom (hopefully)! Cars in flames, on cinder blocks, the smell of the filthy, vile bathroom, gets into your clothing, skin, hair, life. The next book will be about Uriah Jebenecker, patriot. The tone gets set, early in the day, how the rest of it will go. This will be enough. Whatever happened to all my angst? Don’t act funny now, Mildred. It can't possibly be seen as exciting, too much has happened, to counteract it's effectiveness. Wrestle the pig to the ground. Change the name of the bar you bought. Time is running out, to take action, but I've known as much, for years. It's time to burn some files, memories, and soon. Don't pay any attention to yourself, it's some kind of enemy, we invent. Whoop-de-doo, we got concert tickets. It's hard to predict when the rushes are going to come. We can sing along to all the songs. Our boats leave without us. As a leader; don't shirk responsibility. It's one funny act, every couple of years. Shatter something, anything at all! Nothing very exciting is ever going to happen, unless you count car crashes. Try to finish one thing, just one thing. I deserved the dressing-down, but not quite so a vicious one. Don't fall in love with getting too drunk, at the bowling alley. Another fresh piece of paper, to foul up. You just got too comfortable with the couch. Hide the foods you cannot eat. The evaluation didn't work out in my favor. Insulted, just by the way things are? If I weren't such an idiot, I wouldn't be going through, what I am, now. Syntax, is like, something you wear, man! I should feel honored to have been invited to the party, I do not. See what happens. We have too much time on our hands. At least, our own selves, should obey us… Nobody writes like this anymore, for good reason, it doesn't pay. Don't let yourself get as sick in the head as I did, please. For some bizarre reason, I keep changing my name. Our worst fears get realized, don't let it happen to you. I'm not a drug addict, I look like one, talk like one, act like one, but I'm not. Nothing will happen, until we do it ourselves. I will not fill in for you at work, not now, not ever. Try your little tricks on me now. We're all on our own. Everyone is sick of me, because I'm sick of myself. Being stuck, is the second worst feeling there is in this world. Things are the same there, since you left, you thought you were something you weren't, again. The fear of life is justified. Stop waiting for the new movies to come out, there are more important things to do. Help yourselves, no one else will. Another shitty year, another shitty year. I was never introduced to the drummer, maybe that's a good thing. That's right, we believe the lies we tell ourselves. Don't let yourself sleep, too soundly. We don't need anything. To say I'm clipping my coupons and counting my dimes right now, would be an understatement. I'm beside the point, in this world, you're of another era, and epoch, altogether. Doors are slamming, voices raise several octaves, the radio goes off. That's somebody else's name on the marquee, you must have been hallucinating. You made too big of a deal over the art deco wall hangings, bathroom fixtures and the mashed potatoes in the drinks. Tear out the yellow sheets? I needed self confidence a long, long, time ago, I think it's too late now. Sleepwalk into other people's rooms. We're going to cancel the outdoor adventure. Boy, have I made a mess of things. Whatever we don't do, won't be done. Doing nothing but stinking up the room? Oh, I'm way off the deep end, it's too late for me, but thanks for asking. Too often, I'll be somewhere, doing something, and it's as if I weren't/wasn't. You work, you die, what else? Nothing I do is good enough for me, how could it be good enough for anyone else? Not understanding, is our problem. There weren’t many people there, but the band was great. Don’t forget the unforgettable, or it’ll happen again. Senators aren’t elected by accident, hurricanes don’t strike for no reason, I’m a new kind of mentally ill person, without any demonstratable characteristics. The spoons were bent out of shape. Dusk is too damn shallow.