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Sure, I wanted to, but it wasn't ever going to happen. In fact, looking back, it couldn't have happened. I retained only poppy field tape recordings, of the day’s events. The apples are falling off the tree near the kennel, right now. This reminds me of the delectable amnesia, I felt at the last paranoia duodenum show. And the birds are above, making strange noises, I can't understand, and the dogs in the pound don't, either, they just howl at the moon, which isn't visible right now, but that doesn't stop them. Ozone hits you like a truck, like the smells of death, bad breath, burning popcorn. I only feel happy, when it's foggy outside. The smell of his ears, he was black and white, in living color, I've got some photographs. Pavlov's mutts, just drooled. Second meditation; why do geese strut all over the college campus, leaving ubiquitous droppings? Are they making a comment on the value of formal, higher education? I'm sleeping facedown, in case of Hendrix. Without God, when all moral questions are debatable... I suggest that you punt! But Professor, that doesn't make any sense! Clone like, look up, now we're stoned. Let's play that game that’s missing pieces. She will always, and forever, remain impartial, to tearing the sphincter out of the government, and tacking it on her wall. Have you ever seen a turkey call? Dimmed attention, the ancient people didn't have television, they were less bored, less frustrated. That leaves us with rolls of memories. Sell your friends, what’s your take home pay? How many dollars are taken out per week, for a government we don't even agree with, and no one likes? Farts linger in the air, like gnats in the outfield, at baseball games, right field, if you need to know. That innocence, naivete, stupidity, hero worship! Walking around like tin, in vain, while thinking everyone else, was gold? Now, I let myself see them for what they really were; hungry maggots, and I still fed them. Let’s drink, just because we can, and then tear down every single political yard sign, for 1.7 miles, square. Let’s just talk about suicide, but never commit it, but, buy a gun just in case (actually, I'd rather use a knife); what I mean to say, is that this book has been my sole reason, for not committing. She got caught, with a hockey stick between her legs. Buckle up and get ready, for some car crash excitement. Bigger than crushed velvet? Impressed by your birthday party, sadly, I was not in attendance. How do they airbrush him that way? He carries around with him, a large tattooed hand, on a rope, this, in the middle of the day. They say you can do this with cereal boxes, but is it the same? The Homo-erotic liquor bottle, beautiful skin egoism. We didn't really care, that they looked like the mask of phantasm? They look so paired, how can they stay even somewhat, subjective? But that’s the one for me, after all is said and done. Bottom half, just terrific, bonus for, "above the waist" points. Her nipples were hard, on live television, like thimbles, I was moved, quite literally. So many things, have gone so wrong. I’m very dissappointed in myself. Any girl that can smirk, they say. Hang up the cowboy hat, it was a phase, that didn’t work. Rage at the broken piece of equipment. Drink Moxie Cola, from the wooden case. For me, publication day, will be like the day that I discovered that I could suck my own toes. How is what has happened, possible? Flesh covered eyeballs, hide red, cobweb-like, road maps, and a primary color. Throw the money over there. Oils, oils, I love oils. Well, to be honest, I should be way more afraid/anxious. Her name is unpronounceable, she must be from Europe, most likely. I think that’s basically played out, for me. We’ll collect it from its bottled up passion, sell it for a price. They're all younger than me. One Virgo, I've done that, like that, by the window. That's me in the background, and that’s the kind of girl I'd get, but she wouldn't be as interesting. Frightening, better than the arms outstretched; let’s corrupt a vowel. The chickens pecked, scratched, clucked. Even now, I'm trying to impress people, not overtly ... some invisible person (I've created). Someone has to really care, about us. My pants smell like a combination of foul odors/scents. They'll never talk to me again? Oh, boo-hoo. I curse you, and hate you all, because I love you! Hmmmmm, maybe we all do have something in common. Somebody took a shit in the urinal. Hours become days, etc. Oh my goodness, how long it's been. What’s that horrible odor? All over the carpet, in my room. I should belt him, I should drag him into the streets, worn thin, by two way treads. We should all just have a great, big orgy, right in the middle of the dance floor, that’s what everyone wants to do, anyway. If I keep going like this, I'll be licking stamps in some war torn Yugoslavia, in six months. Of course, I’m in it for the money, who isn’t? Sex doesn’t deserve all the attention that it gets. I’ve toiled too long in penniless fiefdom, it is time for some kind of candy cane lane. Boredom is much easier to cope with, if you have something to do. Everything costs extra, we’re not quite real people. If only we could destroy everything, as it stands now, and just start over. But you do know it never really "leaves," don't you? All I am, is a priest, that never happened, something went some other way (or maybe, it was a child molester, I don’t know). Look at all of those people. The game is called eye contact. They exhumed the body, they search through the carbon, no one knew him alive. Sleeping is akin to death, but so is insomnia. Litter is beautiful, around these parts. Only fifteen pages, per day, are being read.
The train station photograph? You'd just like to make me think you'd suck my blood, I know what your really thinkin'. Still fuming over the magazine articles, that showed pictures of them naked, to millions of families, all over America. Easier to be diagrammed, and classified, when divided into four equal pieces. The crow's eyes, are like a reptile’s. I don't understand the flower, or the little tree. Cobwebs on the entrails, I see, and remember, stucco covered walls, ceilings, complete with cracks, and stains. Organ music, and waiting for the riots to begin. Not of the type that could make me waltz with geniuses, more your garden variety, yogurt. I fail to see the attraction. Classy haircut, she don't look like the daughter of no preacher, more like a snake charmer. He wears mascara, to accent his penetrating gaze into your ear canal, and parted lips. Everybody is pretty aware, that I’m an idiot. We’re afraid to ask. Veins the size of highways, are running up his arms? It’s just a vagina. This is how difficult, things can get. Shadows are all reminders, that there is indeed, a thing in the room. The fact is, this book will be number one on the best seller list, for a long, long time. I love my polka-dot dream queen, a Viking, or a little girl? Obsession's not a perfume, mister. Change it, clip it, tear it apart, put it in a hat, to be removed randomly. It's called taking French leave, I'm almost out of cigarettes, with six more long hours, to work. Man, I smoke a lot, never give it a second thought. Everything looks much better backwards, like this. We can never really capture it, can we? He's got a couple of years on me. Fearless dives for clams, that bite. Skull-less men, who are made of chocolate, standing in the living room, free, looking out the window, as the cars rumble by, most of them have destinations. Nudist colony infatuations, usually don't last too long, everybody knows who you really like. That didn't work too well, I felt a tingle, as if I had to pee, so I did. I thought it was, oh well, we live and learn. Boogers and snot, often make their way from nose, to my epiglottis, to mouth. It will never happen. My credibility, is nil. They never learned. What a pathway of volitional mastery! Wink at the mystery meat, Helga! They don’t let atheists become priests, but I had to ask. And hey, that’s the way it should be. All the cups were styrofoam, nobody seemed to mind. Why is the Government suppressing me (I pay my taxes)? Oh, this two bit mandala. The tulip tree’s have dropped their tulips, for yet another year. But, this isn’t the whole thing. You stole my piercing gaze idea, and changed your hair, your face, your name. I don't think I'd ever seen them before, sort of like custodians, in small dentists offices. They are Las Vegas preachers. Put the Bible down, stupid, what do you think we came here for? Involved in aerosol, and body piercings, fond of Hydrogen, and other, more common, ethers. They don't get along, but have time to name drop. That’s already happened, the four month mayhem. We can count on change, too. Dreadlocks frighten children. Pull your skirt down, check your cuffs, their shoes sizes, all, at least, six feet tall. Just a brand name, that looks like this. Muddy paths, broken fences, boarded up windows, scream out, "nobody’s home." Milk me! How am I going to exit this place? It looks like a gang plank alienation, to me. Fear of spiders, or a genuine detachment? They look sick of the happenstance, and wedding rings, the towel. Wearing pajamas, all day long; this is what I know I like? There are no baptismal oil paintings. The question is, how “big,” are the big parts? Feel free to expedite the osculation, if you wish. In a strange way, this is what we asked for. From July to July, we hope. It’s too dull.
Why deny it, how can I? I wish it was just a reflection. Time gone, people gone, how can you not care? How can anyone not, ask questions? Endless questions to ourselves, until the day we die. I laugh aloud, at what passes for art, these days, I laugh at you, I see pretentiousness, where others see "that special something they have." That something, that supposedly, "ordinary people," lack. I see you through the window, models, I hear you mumble, when you’re alone, I laugh at you in the supermarket. You looked at me funny, when I pushed my cart by, my cart with the broken wheel, which just happened to veer your way. I don’t believe that anyone out there is paying systematic attention, not that they need to. But someday, I'll have money, and we'll meet at the gulch. They are looking for me, I am a mouth, with brachial fringe attached. All of the sudden, I'll be "renowned" too, and you’ll shuffle over, in that way you do, you'll recall nothing of the incident, just a vague trace memory, of some, asshole in (orifice) the supermarket. All of the sudden, I'll be a part of that area, which abideth, I'll enter the poof. The sour, has ruined my life enough, as have abusive, and exquisite, models. She was rich, she had Vampire’s fingernails. Their heads float around in corpuscles, reflecting off the water, I'm amused by this. Egomaniacal perfection, with a poetry book, like the cover of a dime store novel, I'm both frightened, and intrigued. Don't cajole me, or shout at me, you pixie, you elf! In a trailer park way, I understand that, completely. I can see her lit up by neon signs. That is a Mayan love trick, try another door. A gigantic piece of cauliflower, looms above his head, like a giant, roller coaster. Gravel, I'm shrinking (get off my roof). The phone notes, that’s a pretty good likeness, I'm buried with rectangles, and squares. Just in time for Christmas, live, trained elephants. What are we? Velvet underhaul, we stand on overpasses, and in fields. Smokestack smoke rises, tumblecraft plasticware tits, deflate, collapse. Everyone gets caught… everyone! Who's my audience? There is no audience for this, but it’s not for my benefit, either. Confusion, endless confusion. He’s a joke, in an unfunny world. Daybreaks, pumpkins on the porch, indeed, in countries (and years), right around the corner. Family introductions, and the empty room. The great show off, look around. Uh-oh, anal retentive love poems, give him a suppository! How do you feel now, sir? Ahem, clean. Similarly geeky, just getting through each day. You're not fooling anybody. Who did I have in mind? What "mind?" Please stop using that word, there is no “mind"; hence, no word. “What do you think of sex?" You mean... two people, right? Love, on bits of peanut butter/cheese crackers. The water that you drink, is mostly, urine. No more alcohol! Depression, mental illness in general, is just so total, so absolute. The big moan. The veins on my arms, are sometimes apparent, sometimes not. Why did I decide to do what I’ve done? All there is, is this. He's nuts, look out for him, he’s dangerous? They've get me pegged, did I already mention, wearing those black panties? It’s my prostate, my colon! I'll take the money, for your toss-off, two coin, job. The kind of thing we're akin to, are they, well, frankly, there are no words to describe the horrors, we put ourselves through. Free and responsible, left with our choices, weaknesses, and imaginations. Cut to the summary, to avoid wear and tear, and more importantly, time. There is very little to say… Just, finish!