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Two huge bags, of jogging suits. No one needs to know you're doing this. Qualities, pros, or cons (unicorns). How couldn’t I, have turned out this way, given what I've been through? Turn on rhetoric, fudge your way through the argument; your goals will never really be met, not to your satisfaction, anyway. Setting and reaching goals, is like bowling, without a ball. There are your goals, way down there, at the other end of the building, and you're going through the motions, of approaching, and following through, but no amount of mind, or willpower, is going to knock any of those pins over. Maybe we expect too much of ourselves. There are more parts to that, than this, would indicate. All infrared, and sonic, mute me! Crawling all over the rusted tank, trying to get back to left of center. Rusty tape discussion #64, don't try to deny it. Stuck in the middle of eros and thanatos. Canned salmon, for far too simple, minds. How to repeat the same boring joke, over, and over, again? Inherent small mammal sexuality, see through pants, stolen merchandise. The phallus off of Woodward, from the inside, out of mausoleums. Get that van out of the way of the historical marker. The town in the background, is all I'm currently interested in. What kind of a life, is stacking napkins? My alleyway excursion, let's vomit right here! Roots on the ground, are searching for water, and reminding me about the theory of carpeting. Imperfection looks exactly like this, but that’s fine with me. The river isn't even the same the first time, man. Cats behind the electrolux, power, broom, beaten, brush. Call today! Some are fierce, others are depressed, but their hands, remain in the same position. Four more hours of driving around, I never get sick of it. The toilet has just been flushed, and the beer has been consumed. Don't lose the key to your mailbox. I've got needs, and why can't those statues in the fourteenth ward, satisfy them? There is nothing frightening about this, at all. So superficial, these unlived us’s, that we whine, and cry about. More bad news, we're all on borrowed time, not just the old people. That steel thing, has been painted, and repainted, at least six, or seven, times. The prospects for death, look good, but mentality, will last forever. How long must I wait, how long will it take me, to really realize, what I already know? How far will my brain take me? I must not “be something," I would much rather “do something, anything.” Unsure, have I only begun to fail, without ever really having done so? Certainly, no rules came inside the box. Quickly, things I wrote a year ago, mean nothing, the shirt doesn't fit, but, I won't buy another. A dream I was sorry to awaken from, be clear about this. The leaves used to cover me, now: “just for little children." When we used to cut through backyards, when I used to skip art class. Perspectives on the tadpoles. When can we draw? Tired of cylinders. You got two months, obsessed with being a librarian, illegible, illiterate, illogical. I could have thrown farther, but ... I had to get her attention. Always a martyr, or, so we imagined, and supposed. Only silhouettes are visible here, this is some kind of somewhere, I could never have imagined, ten years ago. My illness is cause for alarm, now. I’ve said and written a lot of things, that I didn’t really mean. I tried it all, and nothing worked.
Sometimes, you want to kill people, at random, admit it. The subtitle will be, trendy. When you fail to recognize deep urges, like these, that you have, let’s just say, you're less apt to commit crimes, if you'd just admit that you want to do them. That this thing isn’t done by now, is statistically, impossible. Looking through books, the popularity of note cards, has never been adequately explained to me. I smell incense, there's got to be a pretty girl around here, somewhere. The turn of the doorknob, this guys on something. Someone with beer, an expensive brand. A member of the wrestling federation, was on hand, just to cut the string. I was the guy three feet off the ground. Something has got to change, radically, immediately! Everything they've ever figured out, was in the garage. So proud of their hamburgers, fries, and shakes. Driving in and out of these, without even noticing the poor shantys. Depend on this? That's our destination, no more days off, ever. The university feeling, go downstairs. Tearing off the face, to expose the brain, still smiling, I can't handle this right now. There's a horrible smell, in the air around me. Fantasies, are best, not had. Screaming, twitching, and falling to the ground. You all led me on. Action theory, in the countryside. The oldest stuff, got the most attention. Flex your arm muscles (what muscles?). Margaret could have killed you, the dog has a screw loose. It squirts out of the end. What happened to your muse? It’s way beyond mental illness, at this point. Royal hodge, delineate between ginty's, and gleeps, keep in mind, that this is very important. Grooving with the hands, along to the music, get those legs going up, and down, too. Ground in dust, so hard, get us out of this. Coping alone, this, before anything could possibly be happening. To see the value in an endless instant. It's too late to save the Earth, you should have thought of that, over a hundred years ago. Kissing ass, or other things (tie the noose). Communicate your retroactive, flim-flam. She likes it to be dirty, the soles of her feet are pointing at me. Hot and bothered, must mean something like this. There are no blunt edges, in this room. Surround me with sad sacks. Boxing their ears, and then screaming: “You're the only one to blame." I need you (get the fuck away from me). I may look young, but no, I am very old. No, I'm not intoxicated, you exquisite loin cloth. I will not let that happen, dammit. Sit down in the chair, look at Lake Winnebago, follow the van to the peanut farm. Lots of photographs of rotting, dead fish, line my walls, with orange crepe paper. Call me a lunatic. She was thirty pounds lighter, with alien ears. It happened so quickly, because it was so perfect. You are sick of your face, sign on the dotted line. Lean me to Pittsburgh, lean me to the lake. Take the fruit, I made a daily fool, of myself. The dog hyperventilates, so, I try to calm him down. Let's get out of this germ factory. Who will I choose to be, next (maybe you)? Slam into me, with Hungarian vengeance. It wasn’t an experience, it was that devil, Descartes talked about. How do you like that? Senses can be deceiving! And all this time, I thought I saw elongated amoebas, falling out of the sky. Counting feathers, regular numbers. No two chickens have the same number of plumes, and feathers. I would consistently put down my pencil, and look out the window. Find me sleeping in the fish smoking shanty, 109 degrees. Diseases aren't fun (demonstrate for us). Why does that skunk ambulate, so oddly? Peculiar gaits, peculiar smells, oddities, wonderment, freak shows, and tennis courts. We did the slow drag, with the wagon. Nobody ever says yes. Look for your eggs.
Make a lot of noise while you're sitting on the toilet, that way people will know that you're in there, and stay away from the area. It's freezing in here, did I pay the bill? So quick, so to the point, my memory can't keep up with them, my hand could never move fast enough. At least, I'm always entertained. Maybe you've seen me talking to myself, in a car, somewhere, yes, I am insane, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The dialogues in my head, who needs friends? For no reason at all, lets take a left turn onto Euclid, and deny our pasts, forever. I've been staring at the clouds, for twenty-five years. They used to put the milk in there. Free to roam the neighborhood, test your freedom. How can you know it was dull, and stupid, and pointless, until you've physically done it? The week in extremis! He continued by saying ... “I eat, and the pants still fall down," or something like that. Nobody will be willing to fund your Valhalla-like, Bohemia. Was the flag Confederate? This nebula, is not a nebula, at all, hair all over the overcoat. All control, has been lost. They talk about merry-go-rounds, and only doing half, of one thing, at a time. So content right now, even the dead raccoon on the side of the road, is sexy. The hinges? I must find the fringes, if they, indeed, exist. Over seven hundred dollars, that will buy a lot of cigarettes. These burger shack workers, have lives. Screaming at the vacant house, there's an understanding, a half-assed, chase. The dog undoes my shoelaces, again. It's all gone, I'm pissed off. This is not our town, it's the same here, as anywhere else. Better off happy, forgetting peoples voices with accents, is better than staring at an oscilloscope. Nudity is part of the agenda, part of the game plan. Over, and into, the back half, of a intracity bus connection, I almost died again, today. Everything takes on a new perspective, when your a wrist movement away, from annihilation, pardon the shit out of Gerald. I'll take three nights, over anything else. So much anger, directed at the system… Mirror, mirror, cracked in half, why do I look so ugly? I know just where I'm going. Ashes to ashes, that part’s true. Everybody smart, is dead. If they can do it, we sure can. I don't think looking around my room, for something to write about, is going to get me very far. What’s in your head? When you close your eyes, what do you (lights, camera, action) see? I don't, I hear ducks (incorporeal). Can-coon, clever, little, gypsy moths, I made an effort, sometimes. Earplugs up her ass, tick-tock goes the clock; those who use only digital, suffer from fear of death disorder. Put all psychologists out of business (but then, who would I talk to?). I don't rightly (uninterpreted). An Egyptian whistled, I was born. Grunt and collapse, over the chair. Kept the same, the garage that kills. "Give it," all playing air guitars, wheeling themselves around, or getting the crowd into it, calm him down! Lies surround me, in neat, little piles. They found his body, out in the barn, the butler found it, he'd been dead three days. The barn? Yes, the barn. The butler? No, he didn't do it, he just found the body. The body and blood, of our lord Elvira/Elvis. Push me with rancor, down the stairs. The belts look like snakes, I am a turtle. There was much sex, diagrammed out, in the log record. Look at the power lines! Forever, or as long as you like, look at the power lines. Greasy hamburger, which ... the skeleton, is elsewhere. I will construct a suit of armor, out of animal bones, as soon as I get my hands into your expense account. I looked at my boss, and couldn't express anything at all. Play dumb, what else can we do, being so, anyway? It is too late, now. The deer jumped over the hood of the car. Flake off, like crumbs.