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You got caught, now, admit it. I can't. Does the lack of any measure of rationality in the world, bother you? Shit for fucks! Just kidding. Thank you, Ma'am, for directions, executive limousines, they know what to expect. Hold back the hate, scream as loud as you can, into the abyss, of, frankly, the myth of consciousness. You bore the brunt of discontent, I only hear you ass backwards. Slide into the Suicide Club, all you need to say? Drop a few into the crowd, redhead'll get around to it. I'm so high, I feel low, pants at my ankles, reading the encyclopedia. Crippled on a crutch, dynamite stuff! Dive into the pool, wide load Henry, two fists of verbiage. Drain well, call me counterfeit, I’m very sorry. Now, right fucking now! Ink is staining the palm of my hand. Memorize the background, walk somewhere. Blown away on cocaine, UFO’s provide fresh bran, every morning. Not actually the wall (at this time). Look for pink, push-pin, thumb-tack, 1-976-CORN. Hidden, unable to find, damn my ollie-ollie ways. Easy, sniff, duck, billfold; bouncing mattress, Merry X-mas, grease the bearings, twice. Artistically, we stacked the loaves, he refused service, we found him, see me, spunk fast, in Oregon. I’d do anything, or, so I claimed. Lock the doors, please. A lot of nothing, leads to more of the same. What is it you want, unclean, isn't it!? You really don't know, do you? Slaughter the innocent, by telling them the truth. You can’t make that kind of stuff, up. Well, I shall show you mental anguish, in black and white, I shall show you how people are like algebra, and cancel each other out, I want to show you the limits to being, the new age Cain and Abel. I waved, not once, but twice. I sold my guitar, long ago. The girls in aerobics class, oh, how can I deny these urges? Don't look at me like that, you've done it, everyone has done it. C'mon, admit it, I am not the only one. Read on, exclamation mark. Is it a lubricant, or a manual? What is it, and how can it help me? Another computer generated eyeball, reminds me of abortion, and circumcision, castration. The train is coming right at us! A scissors was being waved. Months after first saying so, the editing is done. It will kill me (this), so, be patient. Don't piss off the guys wearing the furry hats, they've already found success. There is nowhere to hide, there is no privacy. It was presumptuous of me. For every pickle I eat, I feel younger, stronger. You’ll be done in no time. Feeling lowdown? She’s down in/with, the corn. Must make the impossible, possible, at once, at long last, in fact, immediately. He's drinking a beer, he said he would, and now, that is exactly what he is doing! There is not much to see in these eyes, maybe I'm being overly critical. Perfect teeth, imply that she is from an upper-middle class family, who could afford to put steel braces in her mouth. Normal pierce holes, in her labia pons medulla. Her hair is brown, slightly tweaked. She definitely plucks her eyebrows, hence, she cares about the way she looks. What the fuck is she trying to pull? You're bloating, no, not again. Stretch higher, maybe we're not fit for understanding. Suddenly, more frequent, but I didn't ask to be privy to this. Hold on, there it is, spelled wrong, but, there it is. Could have been all over that. Should've ... my hyena is waiting by the phone, to provide fake laughter, for those moments when I feel too weary. Don't mention Kalamazoo, Michigan to me, ever again, you (no vacancy) assholes! Earth, air, fire, water, Ghandi, mexican food, and perforated paper, I'm alive! Don't start off with what you are trying to explain? Lumpy and coherent, the years pass by. Do you guys know what you're talking about? The cover sheet, must include a paper clip. Do not write your name on the yellow sheet, even though it's easy enough to figure out who's paper, is who's. At least the phonies, are something. I didn’t ask for any tiara, and I don’t plan on receiving one. Four-fifty, please. Charges were dropped, in that matter you were referring to. My hatred is still white hot, and shows no signs of cooling. Now, there it is, on the back of a neighbors magazine ... "the peace of God that excels all thought." Rest assured, that what you surmised five years ago, no longer applies. She was O.K., but she knew too much about insurance sales. I’m so tired, that I'm not gonna’ let nobody jolly, jolly, through the flow, the fade. Color, circumstances, microscopic cradles, and questions. There is no point to cutting your hair, don't do it again. Planes inching across the sky, in a different version of a left turn. I can’t beg, anymore than I have.
Ceaseless catastrophe, ongoing mayhem, and we're led through it all, on a leash. We're exposed to things, never understanding on our own, we're not humble enough? Get rid of all your expectations, you give good words. No more celebrations with the old gluestick? The client must be on their left sides, just up until the first joint, the one I can move. Dig through the Henry James collective. Poured into concrete, that community. Possessed by my favorite humpback. Just observing, good for Walt! Hand, dreaming, asleep, at leg-over-easy. The beach ... but still alive. To what end? No one's here, Mr. Clown around. Stop the blight. Too frozen to eat, star of Purple, on Eddie, poor Eddie. The real clock that makes a sound. A real green, going on. Move to squirm, on pins and needles. What happened to the bookmark, bitch? Grey garbage pails, San Demento, San Francisco; stay out of Transamerica, Joe Monsuela, this is a high level, graduates only, course. I left a few dollops of crap in the corner for them, and I stole the lunchmeats. It was warm, like the digestive fluid, of which it was in close proximity. I really, really don't just want to muddle through, but I just can't bear to talk, at present. I saw her off, she's in Velvet now, I saw her tits on television. My Red Lake coda barnyards, droll me down the drainage pipe. Use sparingly, follow manufacturer's specifications, pump it off, and over the sideboard, with the rifts of anxiety, and other critical questions. The renaissance of country music. Can't we, as a race, do without some things? I just can't stop looking at her! That stupid book, I refute it thus, though I’m sympathetic to the stuff that you crossed out. Parts of my brain are tingling, in familiar ways, the doctors don't know what I'm talking about. The world is not my dream, it’s time for the new now, that we all believe in. Generation X, is over, we're all in this together, and we're all ridiculous! Revise your "not reallys," define what you can't correct. I can’t afford to waste one second, yet I waste weeks, months, years, now, why, I ask you, why? Sentiments spread all over the sink, and surrounding area. I met Kim, once. A lot of my ideas, will die with me. Must do more, stay awake, try harder, must, must, must. His spaghetti sauce, open to the elements, even though protected, by airborne contaminants (while in the refrigerator). Don’t knock it, until you’ve tried it? This is my real life. I scrubbed it out, I picked it up, with a plastic bag over my hand. The fucking (I feel terrible) corpuscularians, are swimming up to the surface now, "Confuse us," they shout. Horrible grammar, and sentence structure, look through your negatives. Useless, useless, ha, ha; now, I am flamboyant, but alas, alas. Let's open up this envelope, and see what we find. This used to smell much better, long ago, but there is still that faint trace, that "whew-hoo," of the whole moment. Dirty looks, huh, continuous dirty looks? Kind of slow around here, as usual. That anti-town, town! Offended men, offended men. Let's go, irrationally, take our clothes off, onstage. But it's indecent, but it'll still "shock" everybody. What? Not in this day and age. Old names always gotta' haunt me, at the most inopportune moments, no, not the obvious ones! Ending everything with a gosh or a golly. That damn fool made me feel so fucking isolated at the swap meet. It’s forty years of (the sins will do you in) dodgeball. We thought we knew who we were. Can't I have just one evening away from the porno shop, without having to deal with buffalo's like this? Too tired to bend over, what are you looking at, man? It is only a possibility. Play with it! What? No, I'm already onto the next thing. It's ten now, and it was one? Where does mathematics, ever enter into our daily lives? I'll shadow-box him, he's got dandruff, he's middle-aged, and flagrant, like a Haiku monkey, on a chain. I went about this, all wrong. Mellow and annoying, we perused the sharp pain and collapse.
"How could s/he take advantage of me like this?" Because you let them. "What?" I said, because you let them. We spend a majority of our time sitting, then, standing up again. Five minutes pass ... “How could s/he take advantage of me like this?” Network your plan into the screaming, boxed out, orange crate. Will they ever learn? Is this everybody? Chicago blew me. The red drops, startle. Steering clear of the Mall of Saskatchewan. We have windchimes up here, but they don’t make any noise. A car in every median. Let me lie amidst this overhang, they sort of melt together, then? See him lambasting, legs like store-bought. In a boxcar, with the irritable bowel? The glass head, clay foot stool. Gun the television, I'll soak, you sponge, thimble finger aggression. Konrad L. suggests pain, in the form of one armed men, stumbling. The hee-haw suck-a-¬thon, for the glory and honor of the strychnine barefooters. One more button, to achieve pure ecstasy. Sometime, in a corn field. Shuck the Oklahoma, drown in the River Styx, polka dot it, time for zit cream, a bowl of porridge, for little lame leg. Mannequin danceathons, eyes averted, now I'm high. There's an obligation; I was promised venison sausages. Inappropriate paper plate. That part of the sentimental feeling, she said I didn’t, “need to know." Presented with a plastic lesbo, and a velvet Vegas skyline painting. Ali Haba, up on haunches, begging for the essential oils. Carved on stone, missing dog head, dates; shocked, take my word for it. I understand envy, not the other. Let sleeping lemons, lie, no use to see what they were on. Parchment, the leak from pen to paper, one appendix, brain your crumble box. Leaves rustling, part time; formless peeks, into a peekaboo lynch mob scene, full of caterwauling porn queens. My tone was so terse, I think that it has a lot to with my choice of career. Man, there are so many butterflies in my stomach right now, that I don't know what to do. Wait a minute, what career choice were you talking about? Throwing the chair at the window, shattering the window, and having the chair land in the next yard-over a fence, and upside down. I just found this television like this. Why was she looking at me so strangely? We're all being exploited! The only thing that can get me out of this jam, is some more of Albert’s rational kumquat therapy. Just someone to pet me, tell me I'm full of worms, or, that I'm not, I don't breathe anymore. Making noises, every day, I make strange and unusual noises. It all seems so much different now. Maybe I really do deserve all this misery. His face was horribly burned. Like what? They're just grunts, hisses, and moans, just noises. He tried to have sex, with a skull. Just finish this book, finish it, and never think about it ever again. There is nothing wrong with you. Where are my cigarettes? I keep misplacing my cigarettes. It's not a nice book. Say it, state it, claim it. How about a world without any money? The goons are still winning. There are no parties going on tonight, remember those days? If you don’t, consider yourself lucky! Facts, action, facts, action, when will they realize how full of shit they are? “Let's get to where we're going," he said. Three drawers are open, and stuff is spilling out.? This thing with a face, is calling me, obnoxious? You're noxious, you frighten the children! How you ever got half way to one, in this day and age, I'll never understand. Because, you see, first you have to cross half of that distance, then half of that, the arrow never gets there. Twisted back and up against herself, this must end (there is no end). They were cleaner, back then. In a tub, big Al DeAngelos walks over; the poet said, "Get the fuck out of the way, man.” Nowhere getting somewhere, not the conqueror, the philosopher said it. Aristotle must have been paid pretty well, to instill contrary values from his own, to that boy-howdy. Oh yes, as I was saying, nimble fingers can only get you so far, in this life. Put the eggs in the basket, and start dancing! Red and yellow and orange, garish together, or separately. In the van, those are my tools, my shovel. Just asking, calm down! Claim this is written in code. Trying to get published, is like getting arrested. I love you, oh, I do. There won’t be a second book.
Nonsense. The last sentence you just read is true, as far as can be known, nothing else is. Deloused, so she wouldn't run off. Like cow pastures after too much rain, do the dunk-n-rub, in the bone yard. Whatever happened to one-way alley conversations? Try to lick up the trail she left for you. Standing to the side, by nearly graffiti-free bridges. Halt-deflated, bread and cheese. We'll go there, maybe, perhaps, someday. You trampled on our feelings, we enacted our revenge. Hang out in abandoned industrial sites. My masterpiece will have to do with personal weakness, and I forget what else. His were better, half-burned, both sides. You can’t mention tit fucking, in a children’s book! She said I was nice, she doesn’t know me yet. A page with numbers, a laundry list, a big warning to those who would sit here. All the songs, are commercial jingles, of the (be insane) future. Can’t stop thinking about sex? Crawl into the break room, fuck this place! The smell of pure, raw, hamburger. They wake up from slumber, to an acne guided romance. Why didn't Humboldt get repaved? Even the sappy questions, I was there, I tasted her. Refer to guidebooks, when beyond mere elements. Neck snapping, Fritter Earl’s music, mints, to indicate it’s feeding in a... stuck on cereal. Not appealing, not me. Watch the indicator, logjam procession. End of entertainment, bales of hay. Snuggled in, with paw around. That stench won’t wash out. The Zen-like, mask and sneak out, bend and flush. With a vengeance, and alcohol, I charged through the mental hospital grounds. Burrs, head to ham, and Rico asking, "Could you see him in a pride march?" Spinning Helen Keller, on a stand and oscillate. I mean, there is no explanation for it. Tar is a paltry combination, this should've been done yesterday. Too much, is too easily forgotten. His speech, seems to be slurred, already. It always ends up being crushed, just like that. The book needs another makeover. She's naked, again, look everybody, she's naked again. Sort of like we’re drowning in filth/stink. Charge into the drycleaners, angry. I arranged it. Memorize all the lyrics to the poets you like. Sweeping the porch, using only dried vegetables. Trying to describe to you the difficulty, and trying to borrow money (beat it, flappy). And the "stolen" motorbike, who did you think you were fooling? At the wrong police department, no, there's no need to lie, say it, you stole the damn thing. I don't care, it's over, it's been ten years. Are you in the mood for some music, right now? You're acting as if... this is not a sure bet, yet. But the diabetic, who says that's what it is? Saved for next time, I want to go back there, and re-live all the incandescence. My log, my log. The least of your yelpings, jaundiced hands. Yanked into this, there is no turning point, now. Stuck behind the electronic force field; but only in the movies, only in Hollywood. I dramatically (to prove some point), threw myself in the path of the oncoming train. You mean, there's no possibility of... yes, that is exactly, what I am saying! It will revolutionize the industry, mark my words. Stop right there, goddammit. I haven’t yet, been immunized. The doors of the secret store, must have been ten feet high. To a degree, we know ourselves. If you don't know this by now, you never will. Nothing, repeat, nothing, that you have seen in the movies, or on television, is real, or possible. They invented boyfriend and girlfriend, invented copulation. They invented who you think you should be, and ultimately, who you are! Life is what you really are, and they are merely, making fun of you, no but’s about it, they're kinda... raping you. All the controversies you see on talk shows, are all pale imitations of movies of the week. A lot of this is either sub- or, unconscious, but you'd better believe it. Writers these days only give you an idealized version. The measure of everything, and anything's, inherent value? An excess, or deficiency, of mind juice, it appears. We prefer our own company. Six years (poof). I think I’m on the outside of everything.