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around here, someplace. But, why so secretive? Who can stop you, from spray painting the town? They are improving things! Leave 'em be, the familiar organ music, who are these guys? Walk! Don't walk! How are we ever going to learn to think for ourselves? I still don’t like the rules. Is it the Cleveland kind, of depression? You will see a great many erotic things, which will drive you mad with lust. Believe me, I know how stupid this is. To know what to say in every situation, interact with your environment. The book review people, could make me look like an absolute moron, in, like, three seconds. The sandwich was good, but the fries were horrible. We’ll just sit there, unable. Rise out of your faults, shortcomings, and bullshit. The bag falls down, due to (too much laughter) gravity and physics, that's exactly how it is. More than likely, a tonic-clonic seizure, than any kind of religious conversion. Go over old prayers again. Something to do with guns, started a blank, incandescent, slow down. No one parks their car in this part of town. Rebuild the enthusiasm, dislodge the rhetoric. There is something wrong with the world, and ourselves, that can't be put into words. All of this is Texas. Still working in the field, he wanted the girl, just the girl. Extradite me! The pancakes, brown eggs; remind me of my friends, this is a confession. Waiting outside, in the car. The voices tell me to do things. Unhappiness, is the rule. Oh, you’ll get over it (we all do). Those bags of clothing, have been lying in my back seat, for years. Remove the stupid, redundant shit. Sex is the most dangerous drug, by far. Trying to order a pizza, at 9 o'clock in the morning? It isn’t long, or good, enough. The weather forecast was wrong, so, now we've got nothing to talk about. I invented the steam chair concept! Sudden change of plans, going to the Damacus mines. By all means, you must keep going, ink cartridges are replaceable. But, you know what happens, when you run out. Who was I to disagree with his assessment? Anyone who kicks and slaps a dog around, just because he's scared ... the house is for sale, who knows where I'll end up. Friends stop by, and I'm waylaid for days, it seems like weeks, since I've picked up a pen. The thoughts didn't cease, they got more clear, more plush, the problem is that I didn't write them down, thus, they're gone forever, it's not a comfortable sensation, when I reflect on all the ideas I've had, that have fizzled out, this way. One day, I woke up so miserable, that there was, and still is, no way to describe it. I also tried to hypnotize a few women I work with, into giving me grief, the trouble is, I knew it wouldn't work, and of course, it didn't. I must change my life, lives, whatever. You can usually tell by the handwriting, if the person is serious, or not, is this guy serious? He's sometimes serious, more often, depressed, and really vague, about a lot of things. We're still worried about your (we’re the same) mental health; feathering a new Jesus? An offhand comment, for expressly that purpose. We've overstayed our welcome. The cat vomit nightmare, they'll remodel, you'll steal the truck. What other type is there to be? Her eyes lit up, when I walked in? Am I only flattening, and flattering, myself? I missed her, at Kimono junction, the ones that get away, huh? Flouridated, dehydrated, without my consent. I'm bloodshot, and strung out, on what you call a prescription. Numbers on the floor, oldies on the radio. The leaflets from up north, litter the campus, and I was chased through the parking lot, for undeveloped history. Screaming to death, but kept pressing buttons. The stones throw, spilled out, spelled out! Hand over hand, put your brush down. Montana, the side streets, first person accounts, don't ever stop. Smells like pine, we used to go out, trying to experience, nothing ever happened. Little red book, ain't black, no more. What would I do, if I were the character in this scenario? I assure you, that refrigerator magnets, were not used in the writing of this text. I'd rather not discuss her, if you don't mind. Do you want to see a disaster, just watch and wait, see what happens. See how he wrote about polar opposites? I remember you, with the shark tooth. Beats the shit out of cigarette stains on her fingers. My foot fell asleep, dead at the wheel, can I have your brain? I latched the latch, and out I went, we once had a screened in porch. The best seller of bestsellers, in starched white sheets, we didn't really have one, there was that thing on the side. Put the tape there. Nobody, nothing, saw it, perhaps it was not there? Some of this material may be disturbing, to sensitive readers. The town slut was so generous, so gracious. Most of our thoughts, center on the illegal.