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October 21st, 2012
02:36 pm

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perpetration of an act with dubious merit
a cool fruit salad was tossed, assembled by muddled men attempting to recreate their childhoods, but they had reached the end of that enterprise. what a surprise to them, to find that the dove of peace was in fact a hen! "hey," i said, "why are you doing this? do you have the will to resist?" there was a period of silence following the inquiry, and i considered issuing an apology, but my conscience got the best of me, i was rolling in the aisle, i was beside myself with a wry smile, eating rye crisps, discovering new magic tricks to confuse the rubes and the passersby, i felt like i was on top of the world, aspiring to be a mountain climber or a hang glider, a simple minded writer, a wholly unique crocodile in the quagmire. an elastic band was around my head, and i said several words that were heard by my ears. the sound of my voice brought me to tears. i was nearing the end of my term in office, but my flaws were honest, i felt flawless, i never flossed, but my teeth were polished. i admonished all the naysayers and the people that pepper sprayed me with hate, i ate a large sized personal pan pizza, i felt like an ageless adolescent in green tights, i was skipping around to my heart's delight and frightening all the moviegoers, i was entranced by my own reflection in the windows, so i grabbed a hold of a pillow and squeezed it, pretending it was me, but it didn't make me feel any better, it just made me angrier and more anxious, i spanked the bedding and clenched my fists, i was getting really serious. a golden moment in a hedge maze. worthwhile endeavors for fun and pay. gorgeous views from my front window, and sour smells from edible minerals. root extract, peppermint corkscrew appetite snack. snapping elegance, wintry melted belt beaten sweethearts sneak into convenience stores, able bodied snickering youngsters play in dumpsters, leave it to a furry animal to furiously nibble on any inanimate object around. you can cry all you want and carry your resume around. i can be all that i can be, i can be an army of one, i can be an army of none, an army of fun, an alarming swarm of puns. a bulging mattress, a stained and offensive vest, a household pest, a poorly lit decorative set, an actor squinting into a camera.

there's nothing to fear but tears and hell. a personal man made corporeal hell, but a punishment fit for a mean spirited species nonetheless. i often imagine desolate landscapes without any people around, consider that an insight into the well being of a desperate maniac. imagination is a lie, it is nonexistent until a conscious decision is made, but the process itself is what makes me afraid. i'm afraid i fried my brain, there's no reason to complain, i don't have any right to, i need the right tool for the right job at the time of day when i need to be on the nod. time to go, see you through the hole.

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October 17th, 2012
05:14 pm

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yarn
terrific tarantulas abused solvents and added to an already overpopulated sensual experience. ineloquent ruffians behaved in a disobedient fashion. the creeps fashioned a bed out of leaves and twigs. cigarette butts and chewed gum were fussed with to create more artwork that would be pleasing to the eye and appealing to the mind. until an agreement can be reached, our ultimate goal will be out of this world, out of orbit, outstanding, the outer limits of good taste and happiness were surpassed. a classless society, fleeing accusations of greed, will prosper and spread its seed. living long pointless lives, delivering devils from their wives, the apprehensive pensioners willingly suffocate the goats and lambs. the populace now cooks veal and hams, they demand the time of sands to reverse, to be reimbursed for their transgressions, for their satisfaction. a fatally flawed faction of frumpy troops attempts to renew their contract with aggression, but their enemies are immune to their weapons. the dreaded executioner's axe falls slowly, the noose tightens, the roses grow larger and pose a threat to ugliness, the peas in the pod are food for the locusts.

a damned shame, a periwinkle resentment, a bloodied battered well-meaning imbecile. all the best ideas, utilized properly, with much thought and non-thought behind them are enshrined in a temple of the mind. the inner brain shrine, a thing sublime, a lady, supine, sitting in recliner looks finer than a fine wine on a top shelf. the amigos that used to ponder the facts at certain restaurants have, in fact, been bought and interacted with by members of congress. we were hard pressed to find a last minute substitute for such utterly cute rude kittens, by which i mean the usurpers of the all powerful murderers of liberty. justice will be served, we shall reign in tranquility, it's my right, it's the wrong thing for wrong people, and that makes it right. two wrongs make it so, it grows, it is alive, the facts are revealed to be eternal and unambiguous. this lugubrious enterprise is easily summarized: people that are blinded are found to be effective communicators and furious motivational laborers. diehard losers, malevolent malleable mockeries of mystical machinery. all the integers are aligned and mutate into other truthful realities. the treaties were torn up, burned, forgotten and nobody learned anything. no lessons were discovered, no new factoids were uncovered, nobody was enlightened. there was darkness, there were lightning flashes and fifty lashes for each and every member of the coalition. now i know better than to pick fights with educated felons.

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October 11th, 2012
05:25 pm

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quite adored, how cute
gelatinous lifeforms creep around the parking lot at midnight. night birds perched on the lamp posts watch them with interest. the oozing creatures understand fear. the critters crawl along, absorbing nutrients from the crumbs they find. the night birds descend and begin their feast. unfortunately, the ooze they consume has an exceedingly negative reaction on the innards of the birds. the birds convulse and vomit, then they fall over, deceased, betrayed by the life giving sustenance they sought. the lights went out in the parking lot, and all was dead silence and pitch blackness. only a few of the slime creatures remained, and they churned with excitement over their victory. the whole scene was icky.

dead, defiled, revoked, reviled, bedeviled infants smiled and gave presents, sublime presence requested. a subtle fling of the arm and a twitch of the wrist, handcuffs, kitchen sinks, rust, the brink of annihilation and perspiration. suckling and tongue kissing, indestructible webbing, a nest of downy bedding, sledding down snowy hills to cool icy ponds, a slice of heaven and scum, a bustling onion bloom, a brusque encounter with a madman. cables and tables were overturned and enabled the virtuous uprising to take place. head first, fists clenched, in your face. in position, an imposing man made incisions according to his intuition, he intuitively knew where to cut, where to sprinkle the dust, where to powder his nose, where to fill the keg with TNT, how to smile condescendingly. a just sentence, a smug insistence on impractical inventions, a stardust convention, a maddening maze full of plot twists and u-turns, oily hair and slime covered worms crawling with germs.

medical plaza, bereft stanza, solitary lambada, lambda, alpha, quagmire, Apollo. belittle the swallow, swallow seemingly pleasing custard, season it with mustard. seed the lawn of revolution, bottle your own pollution, swim in a toxic river, enrapture the divers with underwater lamps and other hazards. deadly, dangerous, meddling posers smell like gold diggers, the ditch deepens, the rotting totality of all rotten fragrant bouquets sprays the onlookers with gaseous emissions, rude unregulated dissemination of rancid exhaust, ample cause for investigation, an anvil falls from heaven and hits heads, it causes deaths and concussions by the millions. the evolution of fraud was cause for anxiety, the science behind it was like treason, no scientists really supported the findings, the blind led the blind to the meeting, the evil deeds were well hidden, we were eating pork rinds, we ate chicken and tamales, all our thoughts were like bees of a hive that was slowly dying. the life cycle has been disturbed, a unanimous lament for divinity lost, sour sauce, cream cheese and ketchup. sliced glaciers glow in northern lights, light up the magical blinking nights with colors supreme, deep, off the mean end, the hook was bloody and carnivorous, hanging from the chain, off the scale, ready to impale and hold fast. large scale Velcro, small of back feels bruised. i know what that's like, you little tyke. been digging graves since before you were born, been torn and shattered, mystified, mothered, bothered, slapped around, coddled, frightened and silenced.

a juicy ride, magnanimous mass appeal, a bad seal on letter of resignation, a club worth going to, quite well promoted, vetoed dominoes, sequestered hellholes, messianic moles, below the floor is the gold and the gateway to the other world, the slumbering whale snores, he inspires and bores simultaneously, can't you see? everything is a hallucination, an improper use of force, a barely plausible farce, a factually relevant astronaut, a bastard son was caught shape shifting and meowing. a sad sod like that was sadly at a loss. a purple parrot and a nasty ape did a little comedy routine, and were well rehearsed. they was into the act, they did it right, the audience was rapt and quiet as they should be. all quiet on the southern front, all loud sounds from the mouth of the runt. the evil kid won't shut up, he's too loud. entertain the cloud of pale finger suckers and lackeys, they'll get what's coming to them, happily. enthusiastically, the freak swallows the sword, and feels quite adored.

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October 8th, 2012
06:37 pm

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darling woodwork, fantastic undergrowth
soggy washed out muddy body bed buddy beams with pride, the stride unbroken. spoken meaningful words expressing genuine concern and yearning for purpose, surrounded by police, a circus of confusion, jazz rock fusion fooling around, wandering, yelling, noodling, holding hands, shouting, being loud, allowing oneself to be proud of the volume of a voice. scary, unkempt, unhygienic, untrue, law abiding, brutal doom, paid dues, radical new use of music to excite nervous system. anxiety medication, levitation, success, in debt to pretty filthy musicians and comedians. sparring with artistic mediums, breaking out, afraid of achievement, under the radar, peripheral, elusive, unobtrusive, the meat charred.

i made a mess but was unashamed of it
it's pleasing to the eye
i wore a dress and i sashayed in it
i'm such an attractive guy
wanna participate in pointless chatter?
come and join the chat room
you'll be served gibberish on a platter
and feel a sense of doom
the performances of charlatans entertains the children
they laugh and shake with mirth
the odd thing is, the grave was filled in
with their sense of self worth
where do we go from here?
that's a stupid question
the end is truly near
i hope you learned your lesson

braggart, winner, loose meat dinner, feel good lemonade, beer belly marinade, sock garters, nickels, pock marked beetles, sipping tea, black kettles, knobby knees, seeds of doubt, asinine questions, beady eyes and dangerous weapons. a glow in the dark toy, accessories for boys, profit, fun, occupation. run from terrifying situations. be a boss, bottle the loss, kiss a baseball bat, rub alcohol on the knapsack. dye the hair white, die in a fight, be resuscitated, continue on to the next continent and make the effort well spent. entrapment. a metropolitan opera was awkwardly awesome, but considered awful by hack writers, losers that perspire when attempting to finish business. slicked back hair, finesse, faithful pets accept food, a well oiled, well lubed proof of existence, six pence, seven dimes and tons of mayonnaise fill the diving suits of unknown secret armies. crippled carnies lie in wait, sipping on margaritas, the pita bread munching dwarfs said they'd do what i told them. i can accomplish a lot in a lifetime, a waterslide of slime will take me to my destination. i feel fine, i feel complacent. i complied, i listed virtues, i lied, i worked hard, i hardly worked at all, but the effort wasn't wasted, it was like a cut out piece of magazine pasted in a collage meant to be seen by college kids, stunning work meant to elicit strange emotions beckons the level headed inquiries i desire. i feel wired and chained up to a post, i'm just a ghost with the least amount of anything worthwhile to show, i'm holed up in an igloo, i'm a funny dude, but i'm inexperienced with these ideas, and the whole concept isn't understood. the bowl overflowed, the pickles were whole, uncut, exposed, floating in bottles like messages or preserved genies, this is genius, it's the genus of the species.

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October 7th, 2012
03:22 pm

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flip sty: a carousel of vindictive exhilaration and popcorn
an outrageous zydeco act disrupted a play based on historically accurate facts. after the matter, the master planner of the disruption was discovered to be a known felon. his arrest and prosecution were timely, but the whole act was an illusion! it was a scam performed on a grand scale, it outweighed the heaviest living male of the human population. the giganticness was totally blown out of proportion, and nurtured feelings of disapproval and disgust across the nation. the bands being signed were thought sublime by record executives, but said to be excrement by excellent journalists. the truth is that the sounds and images were subjective, and highly impulsive folks had their say in public forums. all the talk was humdrum, sturm and drang, a yank from the carnival's plank. a stench, rank, from botched surgery. hurriedly assist me in scoring lay ups, don't get hung up on the little details, baby, i'm all ears and sensitive toes. fingertips ignite upon contact with exquisite skin and the festival of fluid flesh begins. despair and embrace the unbalanced for warmth, diagnosed with a comforting tumor, unaccustomed to any angelic activity and actively seeking refuge in delusion. the fruitful union between poetry and song and dance emerges as a gripping romance. a passionate affair between different art forms and physical expressions of joy spoils negativity, halts inequality, shreds loneliness, and brings hope for bliss.

a carnally dangerous fool, deceived by warring emotions, desires the seed of a thousand euphoric oceans. great expanses of undiluted excitement seem to promise ultimate fulfillment. in the blink of an eye, tears of relief flow down cheeks as the greatest cry ever is heard from mountaintops. the goats take notice and cock their heads quizzically. the only way to cause this reaction is physically. a forceful physicality expects bursts of mental activity, an abundance of endorphins, and pleasurable motions. curling and swaying, the guesswork is taken out of obeying laws of physics as the teardrops fall and sweat flicks from biceps. the strange insinuation made by a voice in head gives a green light to the possibility of total creativity and a wonderful use of mortality. only a narrow opening allows these fine forces to shoot through, to abuse the truth and not settle for mediocrity. the most interesting things in the city can force their way into the tunnel which leads to a bright white light. the avoidance of the ultimate goal is not alright. it's a quiet night, and it's cold. warm blankets enfold, the truth was understood, the dead were burned, a memory was formed, old memories were scorned and forgotten. all the new ideas began to morph and merge, eventually causing a psychic surge in awareness of being and the meaning of stuff, a meaningful huff, a blush of nearly toxic giddiness. kiss the angel's fist. mental apocalypse. sister's scissors cut the cloth of familiarity and family. don't sweat the damnation, swim across the river to the trees, sit in sand and ponder the shape of the land, don't ever accept that it ain't grand, do what the voices command, wait there until you understand.

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October 5th, 2012
02:40 pm

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spy vs. guy
coiling, haranguing, hanging around the garden, ogling gnomes, munching on carrots to improve eyesight, you sight a strange occurrence, some naturally occurring phenomena, an anti-aircraft cruise missile shooting like a star across the moody sky. you got the blues and goose pimples now, you're consumed by sorrow, cannibalized by melancholia and mutilating yourself with surgical precision. just like a hippo in mating season, you bite the other males of the species with your powerful jaws. open and shut case, a jabber, a pause for reflection and inoculating your fragile psyche from the likes of the unclean.

screeching feedback is drowning your conscience, a bullying from the critics, crickets chirped after the performance. nobody cared, the will to accept such meaningless drivel dried up and flew away, it was broken down and reinvigorated, reintegrated into the rest of the storm system of nature's spasmodic hurricane. nobody had to even know about the unfortunate events that led to your arrest, but it was publicized nevertheless. the justification for the publication of the sordid details entails a long sordid tale of regretful nastiness. mind altering calculated merrymaking, youthful lovemaking, horrible parenting, mythical governing by unseen forces and a special unit designed to survey and manipulate all the revolutionaries and freethinkers. the radicals are currently under surveillance, a freelance dance instructor programs the variety hour where our next performance is scheduled for next week. what a weak display it will be when we forget our lines and stumble, our stubble being shown in close-up, it will make the audience throw up when we deliver the unseemly phrases and cheesy excuses concocted to farcically satisfy the crowd's hunger for quality entertainment. i've been water boarded and bamboozled, put in the stocks, humiliated, they lopped off my locks, i'm bald now, i'm in full view of the group of thousands roaring with derisive laughter. on knees unapologetically being flayed, true intent was never necessarily needed by anyone, let alone the malleable sons of the clean living people that scream for blood.

no reason, no death was uneven in the eyes of authority. all seemed polished and pristine, the good old days filmed by a lens smeared with Vaseline. alcoholic beverages sold well and lubricated society to the point of no return. all the locks popped off, and everybody earnestly tried to molest the prisoners of politics. my heart was broken by stones and sticks, words immolated me, violated my constitutional rights, all the kids were pushed down flights of stairs designed for the purpose of juvenile execution. the sixteenth final solution to a problem that never existed outside the minds of men in loony bins that make and break laws, but enforce them just to prove a rusty point. the jagged tip of a spear was poked into the side of a martyr, the guards heard the weeping of his daughter as the spear caused no reaction. now the guards take the corpse off the cross with satisfaction. the daughter commits suicide with a knife. she chokes on her own blood and keels over. the soldiers don't care, they throw the body behind a boulder and march away gallantly.

leprosy and heart disease. evils unneeded for anyone under the dome. judgment looms like the grim specter of disability. spectacles help us to see the great con that's being perpetrated against the ignorant populace. scarification is a spectator sport, the humble abode of deadbeat losers who choose to abuse the fruits of honest labor. Honest Abe is spinning in his grave, the dead animals in the cemetery come back to life briefly but are suffocated in coffins. this happens often, it's a sick magic trick performed by those who would abort musicians. the ones in control of this very real disaster steal cement and plaster to create homes for the greedy foul-hearted megalomaniacs that are giving me a heart attack. god damned plagiarists and phony vermin should have their mouths washed out with gasoline. siphon my machine, baby! i'll drive a hundred miles to get to the show, where a great event will take place: the makeup applied to psychotic optimism's face!

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October 4th, 2012
04:19 pm

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after the cosmonaut, weird revelation
squeal! reveal the reel of assassination footage to the new age, post haste! fate will enslave the damned and command the attention of the wench's sons, her onion shaped progeny, her awful inanity induced lobotomy reduced the lunacy of a wailing harpy to a gentle lullaby. i cried when i heard the word from the herd, it was transformed from a mental image into a mutant distortion of fringe society and hollow ostracized wild guys. in the summer months, worthy opponents' fists bumped, they were hard of hearing and nearing demise in a car crash. an unwise decision and a woman's intuition weakened our will and destined us to hate the large colliding forces in heads that lead us to beds of manure. breaking down into our various elemental components, becoming compost, helping us hope for the best and trapping the tricksters with our math. bath time for salty dogs reaching around and hounding the lost and found boys next door, whoring it up, evening the score and scathing the wrenching societal values thrust upon us, impaling ducks and liverwurst and making a carnival of the worst aspects of a large collective of assembled humanity. oh, the fancy free arithmetic involved in such charming drawling droning snore inducing lectures! oh, the core values assigned to the less fortunate media victims, twiddling thumbs and spinning in circles in bedrooms, pushing brooms at low paying jobs, finding no shame in being dull, impotent cogs that serve to better the true leaders. the true captains of the true country. my country is a big bad festival of madness and punishment for sins of fathers long dead, the distant memories of a soiled interaction with other individualists stun us and cover us with dust as we age, stuck in a solid statue state. for years our tears flowed and served no purpose until the rather fetching prospective mates approached us. they dangled carrots in front of mouths to get around the letter of the law, and all were agog. the tots skittered and pimps littered the streets with cigarette butts and condom wrappers. the original rapper appeared unfazed and gazed upon the work of a misled generation of pork. a scandal enveloping all known deviants, seemingly seething with rotten waste, a corrupted face freckled with scabs and ticks, the parasitic twist on an old classic: the discovery of the appearance of purity and airbrushed inhuman bodies. the conflicting emotions twisting the notion of a true dichotomy, a fistful of pills can cost me an arm and a leg and make me a dreg of society, i'm quietly mean, my meaning is seen by a fraction of the teens that can read, but the demonic possessions of darling liars only serve to accelerate the ecstatic boys in the yard. the children have just had incredible epiphanies and their symphonies are phony tragedies. the youths ride bikes to big ditches and ditch their rides. the exploration of private property exhilarates and entrances, so the lads do dances and obey the gentle voices that force them to make wiser choices.

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September 29th, 2012
04:22 pm

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steam pail
rumpled hair, still clinging to stilts drifting through aether, either you get it or you don't. using products designed for certain purposes in counterintuitive ways displays a great deal of irresponsibility. hear ye, hear ye, the deal-breakers stop lawmakers from doing what they were born to do. studious young adults wreck the whole scene, they derail the national dream, pious fellows spy on the mellow laid back long haired children to fulfill a fetish. the bell tolls for a beheaded expert in the field of evolutionary biology. wallow in a bog expecting an apology that won't be delivered any time soon, whisper to the sun, howl at the moon, scream at the stars, hang out in dockside bars. when one has gone too far in a certain direction, others have a certain expectation that will or won't be fulfilled when any blood or milk is spilled.

there's a mystery in not knowing what certain strangers think. am i correctly interpreting the ink? this inkblot test is eye opening for casual observers, but i'm blind as a bat on a moonless night in a secluded location. forgive my hesitation in delivering the goods. the services i provide will arrive on time, i'll let that slide. the message will be clear and unmistakable. these ideas are collectible, i feel more respectable as a seen citizen, you're looking at a retired vengeful veteran. there's no real rage to express, just feelings of regret and doubt and slyness and shouts of temporary anguish, building a brick wall to enclose myself in a room where thinking can get done. get stunned, set your phasers to "fun" and accept this achievement. put it in a pocket and walk out in the sun.

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September 28th, 2012
01:13 pm

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go on
short fuse hot pants had a headache, she begged for forgiveness, but nobody answered. heiress to a donut fortune, a poor man's fact finding mission. a fraudulent saint, robbing us of our carnality, a distinct possibility, maybe. in this future, coins operate the machinery of dreams. half seen beings sting immensely, their slavish devotion to an unjust cause causes pain and rupturing of the spleen. stay fresh, stay clean, be laminated on linoleum, be free to loosen the bonds that keep you off the street protesting and ingesting fabulous new information while you view fornication on the big screen. i wash my hands clean of the sticky circumstances that entrance rabid fearful watchers of newly developed programming. focused on by groups of idiots rounded up from street corners, the coroners are waiting with baited breath to hone their crafts on bones and aftermaths. the sun exhaled a plume of hot stuff, the ultra hot fluff shooting out of the solar pie. overcooked stellar bodies toppled the reason of weaklings. a lower middle class hopelessly flabbergasted autistic spaz, bathing in a typhoon of cheesy filigree, the top-heavy appliances malfunction like a finely chopped onion they fall apart at the super mart. spring loaded contrivances enhance our vibrant lives with passion plays and guava nectar. the newfound forces explain situations in terms a child could grasp. a moldy bat sculpture settles bets eventually by merely existing. quite perplexing if you think about it, which you won't. you'd rather chew on donuts and oats, a ghoulish countenance enraptures hidden atom smashers and alleviates the gorgeous hillbilly monster's screaming headache. do the right thing for a demon's sake. for the love of meandering and replication, get the dogs away from the bacon before it gets drooled on, that's a cruel sentence, isn't it? a little spittle on your palate, a nervous pale rabbit running to his hole, follow the bunny, don't try anything funny. grow up, sound off, get employed by a boss like a twerp, like a middling middleman in a deal well done, you caress the upturned buns of freshly baked bread to earn your daily allowance. hell, you sure earned it. hell, you just burned it, you burned the bread and the bacon and your head and our nation with lies and slander and pies full of dander, it made us all sick, we're allergic, we have a bad reaction, it's not a good impression, you're now fired and under house arrest, you're the one we detest, you failed the test, you're as good as a household pest. dressed for a successful class reunion, usurped by a clearly superior creation, useless for practical use, practically nude in the eyes of the pope, saliva drips in ropes from open mouths, gathering in a pool on the ground. our sound will surround the capitol building and the noodling will be supreme in elegance and in deed. word, my message was seen and appreciated by all involved parties, time to have a celebratory dance and bonfire after i retire from public speaking. i'm bequeathing my immense wealth to the people that gave me any help in my noble quest for an out of reach goal. a sad preventable consequence is an entertaining notion for the dregs of society and the bad side of me, but a better thing to aspire to would be to perspire dew, drops of sweat bead after physical activity which nullifies the conscious thought of a criminal mastermind. the mean spirited individual's mind is made up, but his thought process is short circuited, his bad attitude eliminated and electrocuted with a powerful sublime shock to his systematic betrayal of societal laws. the ground up remnants of civility's flesh are dropped from open jaws. don't mock the problematic desires brought forth by the unwashed, justify some improbable optimism and kindness in exchange for applause. don't lose the battle, the war is always fought. the battlefield is fraught with the mines of explosive rage and disinterested yawns. the strangers, not paying attention to people worthy of respect, neglect their own lives in exchange for knives stabbing into their cold hearts. tearing and ripping at swollen glands is a discipline that's gaining traction in subversive circles, the drainage of bad blood from strong hearts and hearty healthy imps that sprint to the finish line of life's achievement seem to scream the worth of even a social ant. a tiny, awkward, alienated mongrel digging ditches and knitting in spare time unwinds every day with inane video and ample time in pillows. these fellows are unobstructed by the justice they are serving, they're on the autobahn of life, swerving at excessive speed, they follow a homemade philosophy that allows such actions to occur. in fact, this behavior seems to spur on the ongoing liquid locomotion that drives others to some form of obsessive devotion to inanimate concepts and pointless artificial objects. this silliness is aided by creativity in the form of chance, and a conversational dance. with any luck, renegades with shiny blades will eradicate the maiden names of women in parliament. heaven sent, these repellent dudes successfully breed with the ruling class, creating a new construct out of colored paper, they savor the flavor of the dirty deeds that were needed, and heeded, by the outcast denizens of the holy roller coaster we call western civilization.

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September 27th, 2012
09:46 am

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electrifying clown, i'm smelting a frown in the public umbilical cord. i hoist my broadsword, alarmed at naysayers, poisoned hairdressers and dresser drawers contain boxer shorts and more swords. more war, more headroom, maxed out zest, all for the very best, the end of the fizzling line. perturbed mime ingests substances which are abused eventually and erase memory. the downy soft features of pigeon-eyed, licorice licking bottom feeders feels good. do the do, do the deed, a mystery to me, in need of a meltdown, in need of a frigid stare. bounce off the walls, deify the cops, renegotiate your contracts with controlling forces. rage at thoughts sublime subside quickly when countered with breathing. heeding the life-long warning, earning in all innings, spinning in chair, molested by unwanted sounds, going places in life, making the rounds, building bridges to books on opposite shores just to have something to do. don't paddle my rear, paddle the canoe! we've got to get downstream to the crime of the scene! the spine of the cream! the sine wave of greed! a smile is in need! a friend with sesame seeds is better. whole wheat buns stir up the fraud when appendages are barred. no holds restricted, no crimes unattended by juvenile saints. the stained failures rupturing through the pavement repaid us willingly, they filled us up with cement in a pond, and we drowned, we were bitter goblins hobbling down the road at the end of the day. in many ways, the vile creatures i just described were more than what they seemed to be at first glance. always pinching the tiny knobs of synthesizers to warp sound, to get down in a disco sense, to wiggle that deposit of fat, to squirm like a vampire bat plagued with parasites, to be like a hot butter knife, in a weird way, i appreciate forlorn horror play, i'm assuming the actual cause of this situation was just a regurgitation of a rerun in some sense. balled up fists rationalized by seeming reason, a dried up grape, a raisin, a hayseed hillbilly caught up in a world of dreams, seceding from familiarity and spreading a corrupt seed. instinctual navigation of unfamiliar terrain, reigned in, snowed out, plain sin, old lout. an old curmudgeonly muffin, buffed by dozens of officers of the law, they expect to take me by the paw? i disagree completely in every conceivable way, just you wait, i'll have you frustrated at your inability to capture me. a ladder, climbed, assists the escape, the will of the betrayed, a knot, frayed, cannot hold back the tears of regret and damnation as a carnation blooms in the face of all the hopes that were thought up to combat the idea that all was lost. a firm but tough and fair assessment of this new assassination of all philosophical ambivalence. a carnal dance in a hallowed hall, a poor lesser man's four horsemen, a frail and beetle-like person announces resignation from an office he didn't really have, he had not, he'd better not stop pretending that he's the chief, we have words to speak to officers in situations that call for hot-headed actions and dollars flung about like monkey droppings. we're walloping this beast with a chain whip, i'm afraid we might break it, but we may instate a new act in its place. the new ways are better than the old, holy hell, they're a sight to behold! these new laws are boss, they're the best we've got, we're hot to trot for such privileged legislation, we're into this new idea of "intellectual immigration." i'm sensing some confusion on the part of my beneficiaries, i must attempt to quell these furies, the scenes i made with fitful tantrums, dancing ridiculously around dumpsters and pumpkins, dismaying underlings and bumpkins, just justifying the cause for which i stand, my claws outstretched, take my hand, we go to never heaven land, i suppose there's something that can be thought of to actualize the sickness of an individual too selfish to consider others. the self is freed from any concerns, its morality is smothered. dapper friends of zero tolerance marionettes seek to appropriate tunes in their nests of deviance, the purity among unclean insects is ineffective and insensitive. it's all we need now to provide merriment among the worldwide population of gold digging paper cutting coal mining dopes. i hope we can cope with the cornucopia of effervescent fiends providing the kids with evisceration on a psychic level. it would behoove one to remain aware of the artifacts that uphold versions of truth that conflict with the popular consensus. apprehensive, a bald man walks in a manner unlike a royal, but he tumbles and rolls, he boils shrimp and oils his catcher's mitt. his mitt is ready to be assaulted with balls, i think we all understand the meaning in this mean scene described by a regular dude. oh, how rude.

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