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Five thousand dollars, is not going to cut it, I'm afraid. We're working on the adaptation, of this. There are plenty of pages left over, plenty! Too many puddings and snacks, will destroy you. Go down to the Red Rock, have another "vegetable compound burger". Pick up our circular, listen to our sixty second commercials. Use the hammer on yourselves. Let the meter run out, just let it run out. My "grip," doesn't even count as being one. We did things, we tried to make the most of it, nothing worked. Models, styles, to hell with all of this, nothing will come of it. The smell of a teenage girl's hair, has got to make your top ten list. On the other side of that door, lies a great, big dildo, and paranoia is a natural, healthy response, to what's going on here. We've come to terms with Nicole, not the psychiatrist's tricks. Talk to your alter-ego, don't lambast it, with complaints. Save a few of these despondent thoughts, for (perhaps, we won't) Darla. Stop eating food, stop getting up in the middle of the night (afternoon). A kind of lesbian love story, with some twists and turns. Everybody, just draw your lines, and duly step over them. Somewhere in Pennsylvania, corn dogs are being produced. Ignore yourself. As usual, something terrible is happening. Our cells are taking on a different shape. What you need, is another one of you (or more). Peace, is a feeling only evoked in church, by churches. They never like you, as much as you love them, that's how it all works/ doesn't. I had a dream that my stuffing came out (this is yet another lie). The latest model, looks dated, the day that it comes out. Too many fines, fees, penalties, charges. The Kimbo Salso hut, was closed. Repair the cow, rearrange the silos, go onto the roof. No more postcards, we can say proudly, that we are forgotten. The streets are empty, flee the irradiated swelter of the day. The alarm didn't work, I think that it's been broken. So many people we want to fuck, and so, so few, that we actually do (no peace). Millions of dollars exchange hands, in seconds, I'm like the kid making alligators, in the light stream of the movie projection. Shuffle your ass out of your allergies. Bind the binds that... play your tuba. A sneeze is a stroke, albeit, not as damaging. The bed and breakfast wasn't what we expected. Give up on everything, it isn't worth it. Save to buy? The tree is aching, pale we get, pale we remain, corporate greed isn't a theory. My boredom has gone on about as long as it can! We eat opossum. Schwanoid, access your memory bank. The world as it is, is a joke, and is not worth saving. We don't need no honey. Check us first, the (be more common) advertisements scream. Do you get afraid about things for no reason, sometimes? What are the call letters? Our goal (for now) is to get out of these dark times, alive. Overall, "good eggs," usually have a hard time, until they crack, ooze their yolks. The old people are patiently waiting to die, if you ask me, they should be given their old jobs back. None of us even knows what we know. Thirty or forty years of sacrifices, no thanks, I'll go to work at my leisure, we smell, just delicious. Hatred only gets you so far. My neck was going like a chickens, no, I don't have a great grasp of my limits. Get tough, pansie. A hold-up until the send-off? Smart mouth, what is going on with you? We become way more such and such, than we thought we were. Shove your idiot forms, we don't much care if we qualify for the grand prize, or not. Why does everyone want to hit my car? I'm not the only one disappointed with the "nice, parting gifts". Comment on the paintings and artwork, long forgotten. There is nothing good in here. Do we really deserve a chance? Tenderize a bulldozer, with driver. Why is it, that the agony is perpetual? You will do what I say? No, no, you've got me all wrong, it's like this (fuck explaining yourself, stop). If you don’t create yourselves, they’ll do it for you. I simply can't sleep, anymore than I already do. So, so, sad, no one else seems to see it this way. Let’s pretend! I couldn't stop grabbing myself, back in those days, people must have noticed. The much ballyhooed commission checks, were never cashed. How can we prove that we can do (or can't) anything? There are too many stops, on the way towards the destination. The one night stand, was a disaster, they always are. We need help, love, guns. The sounds of a bus, can drive you crazy. I don’t have to worry about movie deals, product tie-ins, points, advances, percentages, etc. Carry on the work, resolve to remove stains. Baby, are we gonna’ stay up all night, again? Bad things await you, at that gossip festival. The honest life, is not in advertising. Degenerate, swollen, shrunken, good, lilting, costume and makeup people. The dogs bark, the trains rumble by, we all eat too much. The stores have very few people in them, how is it they stay open? I don't care anymore, sorry, I gave up stalking, in second grade. Talk to Milla (she gives us all our supplies). Something tells me things are going to fall apart sooner than expected. Too much lust is generated, in the video store. There is usually a situation, which causes this mayhem. This now, is unacceptable. I find, that I am lost. Abracandalabra, all the tricks have been explained. I’m going to soon stop being who I am. We've got to be hitting the road, soon. I must stop speeding through yellow lights. Inspire yourself, watch your own ass, get out of wherever you’re stuck. It doesn’t matter what you wear, sweetheart. High and dry ambivalence, we’re ready, more than ready, to get out of here. The vaccines, are usually as dangerous, as the disease. No one gives a shit about the hero, they’re all dead. I am sparse, linear, it finally happened. It is time to resist and refuse, corporate America. I need something more than luck, at this point. No, I can’t say that I’m (Christ?) exactly conventional, but in a way, I am. Reject reason, if so inclined. Are you sure of that? I removed most of the swear words.
I steadfastly refuse, to be fucked by the publishing company. Nobody said it was easy, but no one said it was like this, either, I guess, if you read between the lines. I gave you an ashtray, and can’t remember if you thanked me, or not. Enjoy the pressure? So we've planned a big surprise, everyone was there, Fat boy K. and his minions, circled around, to get a better look at the digestive process. The suspects hair is brown, to make me feel guilty, the perpetrator, or the shellshocked victim? The smell of smashed snails and cheese, the lost film, the lost friend, I had to stop looking, I've been found out, my past was discovered. My green plants are changing, make a ring buoy to explain these events. Porcelain tipped turkey plumes, the peach of people's dreams. Saturn takes the supper club, the style of pleats, beer in the car. Wrong way law student, up by twelve-thirty. Please, slow down the death side show, poets. Must pull the fuzzies off my socks, and keep going, but my shoes are falling apart after too many miles, more gravity than I'm comfortable with. Finish this obligatory message to the auctioneer, we presented him with a shoulder of lamb, that has been drying out in the alley, we'd like to present it in person, and put a knife in his side. The sunflowers, owned me. I'm no adult, of this, I am sure. Overhaul man, is doing just fine, solo, he doesn't need any visitors in the middle of the night, from back, or front. Lint traps are sheer torture, and I've found my girl. People that want to be, versus people that are, I'm talking about myself, who has lost any vested talent he once had. I was there, I was incognito, I've ruined everything. Break another electrical powerlock box, they'll replace it again. The sound of claws on linoleum, the labored breathing, basements come, and (this is stale) basements go, but I keep babbling away. Laughter is no medicine, it's a dollar bill, strange, in the face of something so real, to call it absurd. The plans for the battleship, the endless chase for fleeting whatever. The reason the top three are soiled, is because they are never attained. Nothing is as according to plan, he just took maybe a week, of doing the Charleston, I'll still be here in seven hours, and then, I’ll go home. Not too many people crawl out of their twenties, alive. Cross the line, you’ve got (is survival even possible?) nothing to lose. Mix it into the general mayhem and delirium. Didn’t you already take a shit? I have to have her, once. I've dribbled onto my shirt again, I've watched the tabloid TV and the reenacted resurrection, because she doesn't trust anyone. The house is vacant, nothing left but empty paint cans, in the garage. The gastro-intestinal tract, is inexplicable. The pen, this one, will run out of ink, or be lost, way before I stop breathing, and in the midst of taking photographs, doubt will creep forcefully back into my consciousness. An interesting idea, but the conclusion doesn't follow from the premises, no one knows where it comes from, or where it will lead to, or end. Svengali was fantastic, phenomenal. Her tits defied gravity, for a while. It has all been recorded. Tickle me, baby, with semantic tricks, the fake buttonhole. Perfect ambiguity, if only those thirty lost pages, could be found. Assholes look like stars, I'm a lint covered Magistrate, graded by some intern, who would never forgive me. Existence is such a chore, they laughed, but I know they feel the same. My day is just beginning, it's 3:00 A.M. This is how I'm supposed to hold my pen, I don't like the way that it feels, or looks, so, without missing a beat, I go back to the old way. No, sweetie, please; will you doo-wops just shut up. I took the free cigarettes, asbestos acreage. My home field advantage? Let us all, like flowers, bend, until the sun comes out again. My head is filled with tricks like these, and final chords out of pianos, bleed. Those hairs drift to and fro, but I don't notice them, it's really not important. Follow the leader, it was really fuscia, they used ether, not a tar pit. Stop making jokes about obsessions, that aren’t jokes (or obsessions). It's too late for preventive measures (die, die, die), for raspberry jam, or maybe, you wouldn't admit that you ever had a shot. They are only there for their own benefit, how far can nonexistent entities, push nonexistent entities, around? That's as political as I can possibly get. The wrist wounds have fully healed, the van that would have been my grave, is gone. The lights have faded, and there's no excitement, anywhere. I am personally convinced now, that anything else that happens, or something that I "decide to do," is completely up to luck, to chance. Just leave the threading of the needle, to the buzz killers. I live my whole life, in my thoughts, there’s no… there’s nothing in it. Is there really life for this thing, after peanut butter stains and fatigue? Fatigue such as this, that does not go away (apologize?). Pull up your pants, put your helmet on, to not really recognize the dining experience. You don't have to be awake, but I'm glad that you are. I can feel myself expanding, it’s not something we ever thought would happen. Everyone's pants are only halfway up, everyone's retarded, everyone's amazed, earrings are crowding me right off the big couch. The one dimensional broken arm, held up with pins and needles, but it couldn't stop me from pretending, from doing this, for as long as forever is, and I like coffee, too. We were celebrating, and the covers were already turned down, leave me the painkiller, there’s got to be another way out. Conversations useless, repetitive, sanctioned. Anmistice avoided, your smiles are drowning out the insurgency. Unbearable pain and repetition (then, why am I still doing this)? There aren’t going to be any crowds in front of my house. I wanted her, so much… In a world without sense, politicological black mutton neck rubs, chairs, like lye. Cram as much into your heads as you can. No more being afraid! Out of the Cuyahoga, with my shirt on fire. They buy books, like hamburgers. Why do you gotta’ hit me all the time? Don’t worry about the cost, don’t worry about anything. Comin’ at cya, now. They hatch inside of you, and multiply! Beaten into submission, with a multivitamin. Psychic lunch boxes, my last, and only, attempt, paint over it. Do the Van Gogh, c'mon kids, dance! Where are my tools? Pop bottles stacked, a sign of madness. All back row seats are taken, look out for the coat rack spikes, too late, I’m impaled! Dandy for the margarine, all over junkie beach. Hold on to the steering column, all throughout the deluxe section. At the moment of decision, act, slide a little of the fast acting, into the front of your shirt. We analyze the results, for your listening pleasure. Hybrid, she's aware of the treelines, it’s not worth commenting on, these matter-of-course instincts. Into the cast iron tub, convinced at 7, doubtful at 8, adamantly against, at 9! It sounds like a circus in reverse. You shouldn’t have done that. Call if you have any questions. In or out, my head is not right. My fingernails are strange, I want to be the top half of that building, a Sycamore? Pull yourselves out of the dilly-dally-silly, hole! What other types of things could we be on, knowingly ingesting? Take your medication! The silly poet, expressed himself with code words. Isn’t it clear to everyone, by now? It’s like a bitch slap, surprise. Re-work the entire sequence.