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there are people out there - beyond the grey lodge - i won't snipe them from inside, i'm not an extrovert - i can see them well though

stripes and biting my tongue, they come as a set - i don't want to capitalize, but nothing works - i want to blow you all off, but i've got no blowoff bubble to be comfy in - a lot of wasted effort though - so much wasted effort, stay frosty in a bunker with your hand blown off, slack was not a concept when he started out, he was a pal of mine, he will be again someday - yellow stucco chips

no entryway, not even under a toad's tongue - sennheiser's on the shitlist at the top of the recycle bin - ridiculous i ever tried to communicate - cause it's an economy or an ecology, there's not much difference, not much conservation, as much energy as is needed - everything is absolutely lame, as lame as it can be - i feel no guilt - i'm fine, just fucked like the rest of you, no worse - maybe better, but there's nothing i can use that for - it's useless, devalued currency

a surplus, commentary, sick of waiting for karma, the only thing i like is my fingertip anymore, what do you want from ME? don't expect anything - it's no great mystery what motivates me, when i'm in a motivatable mood, so you can get it if you want, but

don't you ever contradict me
in front of the void

the pink ghost appeared for a millisecond, during her appearance i realized what that great thing was i figured out last time i saw her - now i go back to watching paint dry - hearing planes fly - lusting after graves - good graves, bad graves - it's all gravy

don't expect me to be a part of society, but you don't, do you? the only ones who do are those poor people who have some stake in me, who bought some stock in me - i guess i could volunteer, by the time i have the opportunity to do that, i may be out of this sticky state - i did give more people more resumes though, i feel more ridiculous every time i do that - now i don't want a job, you can all just fuck off - please don't hire me for your bullshit fucking task force, it's too late, i'm not interested anymore

reza, red, rocks, the novelty of hustler, found in a dumpster - even then, it wasn't really my cup of tea - i eventually found out what really did it for me - a crust on a life, hydraulic spikes, not even a freudian slip, just regurgitate the last day - i can't hallucinate, yes, too tired, maybe time for simple reality poetry, as they used to call it when it was still decent to name it - i'm trying to get back to the anger thing, but my cells just wanna sleep now - i shouldn't even be sleeping, i've done too much of that, but that's when happens when you take downers, and it doesn't matter, i've got nothing to do, no obligations, that's right, no fucking obgliations, i don't owe anybody anything, and if nobody has any use for me, then i have no use for them - none - go fuck yourself

that stupid pink ghost again, will you fuck off? for good, i mean? no, i'm not praying to anyone, i'm not gonna fuck with the universe on that level - maybe what i need is a good zopiglonger - or is it zopiklone now? wake me up when... um... i dunno - wake me up when everything i touch turns to licorice - when the technology to do that has been invented and applied to my person

royal rumble and licorice, the sticks, the pure unmarked sticks, half red, half black, the pixels of royal rumble, the fuzzy 8-bit sound, that's the only thing i want right now, just the licorice, entryway to a perfect memory, the nexus of associations, damnit, that's all i want

funny that i felt guilt - now i feel fine - it's not my problem - it's the world that's fucked - oh yes, i know i'm sick - but not sicker than anything else - the only health is licorice - 5 red sticks, 5 black sticks, in a brown paper bag, clutched next to the plastic case of a super nintendo console game, rented from reo's - those narrow parameters - no need for novelty - not looking to the future, not caring about the past - no extrapolation sickness

comp rattles, headphones rattle, fucked up, my head rattles, i'm a noisemaker, that's what i make, not enough to annoy

no licorice
maybe it's time for a 48 hour famine
with some beta carbolines in the middle
not really food, maybe a smoke, maybe some novelty
or maybe just the ugly old psychodrama, the can't-handle-chasm

somebody send me some licorice
because when i buy it myself, the energy and awkwardness
that entails seems to cancel out the good effects
i want black nibs, red nibs, black supernibs, or black red vines
nothing that says twizzlers on it
got it?