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How are we supposed to react, when we're sold into slavery, spayed, declawed, the whole nine yards, all the things that some invisible entity, called life, does to us? Its a wonder, sometimes, how anyone bothers to live at all, but I respect you all, for trying, and in your trying, as futile as it always ends up being, lies the meaning of life, and death. They know about our ignorance and stupidity, näivite and indifference, apathy, troubles – and they use those things against us. Stretching on the bed in the morning, ten hours of sleep. This is the ultimate book, one for all time, number one on your godforsaken, compiled lists of cookbooks and biographies… All alone, at night, every night, in the barn. Real relaxation, why move, why get up, and go through all those worn out motions, and behaviors? Watch out for what you’re becoming. It’s still bleeding! I meant to tell the truth. I'm fine, here, the hair in the drain, ha, I've figured it all out! The sniffles remind me of the farm “accident.” There we go, denying it all. The anxiety was a warning, to stay out of there, I wish I could've seen myself, with stars, and whatnot, flying around my head, like a halo, I sought out all those overcrowded basement parties, and never really regretted them, just cringed a little, at the reminiscence. The maniac in downtown Detroit, extolling Jesus, screaming, as if thunder would strike, and a users guide to all true Christians, would fall out of the heavens. He walked, no shoes, but he walked, he walked, so, what need for shoes? These were his words, it was one of the situations, where you don't laugh in their face, because you want more, you want them to go on. He did go on, but it grew boring, misquoting scripture, and stuff like that. There's always some hippie around to shout 'love,' and 'go brother,' where does she come from, is it the same lady? Ringside seats, but still, we can't see what going on. The lights are bright, perhaps too bright, and we're all blinded, with money, sex, booze, power; that's a lot of light, indeed. Better to he a maniac, wandering, talking about Buddha, or Mohammed, or Christ, or whatnot. Beyond fast food joints, but they’re capitalist assholes, anyhow. No, rarely, does it make sense, and when it does, it doesn't include everything. The tall, sexy girl, was the highlight of the restaurant, maybe she’s the highlight of everything. Actually, my past, up until even this point, now, hasn't been really that great, thus, from this point forward, the past is forgotten, my attitude improved, and the world is mine. You sir, are an ostrich, the pan they put the brain in. All twisted around on itself, this is the just cause, stop looking around you, there is nothing there. Like a donut, we all have a hole inside. Three buttons do not work. Evil suitcase, invisible pets, I am maybe, kind of... drunker than you, shirt is totally inside out. Let me show you my underside, chronic pennies, a yellow eyed cat, I wish I... forget it. Falling in midair, dying right before I hit the ground. Saliva is all over this shirt sleeve. It stuck its finger through the back of my head, and touched my brain, this is the way that aliens make love? I borrowed her photographic likeness, used it, you understand what I mean. Caught hugging, doing the bamboozle act, dropping out. Drink it anyway. This is some kind of horrible spanking (no, not again)! I wish I was privy to this first person, food fight. Plenty of rearview mirror posing, has taken place. Plastic toy repression, is like standing in the shaky foothold. No can-can dancing allowed. Everyone rides on the ship of Theseus, make me make it up. Others with concerns. how come so glamorous? You first, use it or not, CO2. They take him for a haircut, he is quiet now. Shut up, now, or forever. Short attention span newsreel, better leave, out on your ass. Watch her do it herself, quick. The carpet needs to he cleaned, or replaced. Another undergraduate catalog? Don’t hit me! The young self, will tell the old one, what s/he did wrong. A burger, not a saliva hunt; unfortunately, the drive to flatter yourself, is too common, leave the girl alone. Need a ballerina, geisha lunch meats, vacuum sealed. Let it go. We argued about water usage. Butterfly in South America, the winter in Nice, France. It doesn’t work by magic. It was something about being in the fishbowl, looking out… Expert witness, journey to Babylon, see the missiles for yourself. Yellow paper needs me, imparted to, freedom, nine after nine. Toasters sent to rock stars, who don’t know, and don’t care? A lot of shit happens in six years, trust me.