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blasted fish. look at all the people. and right wing politics, with their one god religion. are proud to be ignorant. i can remember hearing someone in my college course always happy to tell people what her follies. where. i suck at most everything. ain't that neat. and i got a job. i didn't suck enough. now i have no job.

being good at computer stuff puts you in no danger of getting a job. thank fuck. who want a fuckin' job.

well, i guess i know what now. i wanna go camping. make a fire. funny. i don't see much difference between then and now. same shit, different assholes. i get the feeling i'm being a cheese grater.

_duck stop_

cheese burger, hold the cheese. i know one thing different. but i think i'll keep it a secret.

_bunny stop_

now that i know that i don't know. fuck. dead pen.

_duck stop_

screech. slamming the brakes into a four wheel lock. five eights intake. he jumped out, he was me, less i forget, of the shit box heme called a car and shot the mother fuckin' bastard in the foot. dance mother fucker. a giant bird crashed into hypersonic just before hitting the ground, crushing the mother fucker's other foot and putting a dent in my door. of perception.

someone asked him, not me, why he believed it and not him. he knows you don't. and thought it was clear and true, i always thought he would be the detective. not me. funny. how things are. why would anyone not laugh. or kill someone. everyone is in desperate need of catasstrophy.

just when i thought nothing was happening, the phone rings. and i remember there are things out there to do. and that's nice. i like people. that could be why i don't live alone in a tree. yet.

_bunny stop_

i'll tell ya, it's fucking frustrating to have pain in relentless. and this cd is dopey. lenny. anywhore, stoat. it's life and i'm in it. and you too. i don't think it helps to believe impossible shit if it doesn't do you any good. unless you enjoy torturing your head. and i love it.

love is insanity. sanity doesn't work long on its own, however. and i am going to finish your fish.

somewhere not in. fuck pen. oil skin.


letter 01.09.03