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Just who the hell was Myrna anyway?  Her story haunts.  Need to wrap my car in tinfoil and hold an impromptu hypnosis session. Need to throw rocks on the ground and call it concrete.  Trying to find the right pantyhose clip to unburden myself.  Giantess in pantyhose.  Pantyhose wrestling.  Smelling dirty pantyhose feet pov.  My stomach hurts.  Need to drink some pepto and eat some canned fish.  Need to start a disinformation campaign against myself.  Sure hope I find a bag of money this week or I won’t be able to pay my rent!  Gotta get my drinking under control! Or do i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  What ever happened to Oscarson?  Very pretty.  Data control.  Need to listen to that new wave album linda Ronstadt put out.  I ate canned fish recently.  Found an old cell phone recently.   Watched a good movie last night.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Majestic . too much revision here . 20% is accurate, right?  Only the most outlandish things are true.  Sickert and the ripper crimes.  I’m taking it slow.  I’m a figure worthy of derision.  Sure hope I find a bag of money soon .  another night of responsibility.  Can’t neglect the longhand.  Breath of fresh ass.  Be wary of those who walk around their apartment with a towel full or oranges wrapped around their head.  Sexy thick thighed plastic man cosplay has me.  received a call from Reconnoiter Whistler Zeke Mahican.  What does it all mean?  Is all hope lost? Donut in the sky.  The devil’s kiss!  Wonderful nomenclature.  I need it so bad.   the pyramid that comes out of the ocean is creating the drones.  Drank some pineapple juice today.  Still the best thing in my life right now.  gonna eat some chicken soon.  And probably some chicken wings tomorrow.  Pamela made me cry.  I wa a fan long before the two belts thing.  Humping the floor again.  Found a loose screw.  Sweet lew!  Silver age delights.  All star.  Loved the new superman footage.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Mengele via stalin was the one responsible for roswell.  Need to buy toilet paper and pineapple juice.  Was dancing to some country western tunes last night following a strong bout of fear.  Sawdust on the floor.  Inactivity can lead to depression. It can be bad if you forget to take your pills. No money.  Sure hope I get a nice surprise in the mail tomorrow.  Perez family made me happy.  Phallus is aromatic again.  Ate some ham recently.  Took a nap on my couch recently.  I’m wearing a v neck t-shirt as a write this.  Need to reread all star.  Need to blow more money.  I need to search every bar while that genesis song plays.  What would be the odds.  Where do you hang at?  I’m drinking less these days.  It has it’s ups and downs.  Left in the error.  Desire is at a low.  feels bad if I don’t write for a couple days.  New dinosaur toys.  New little doggy toys.  Nothing feels good or proper anymore.  But then.  Right before dawn.  Or at the dawn.  Just before dawn or at the down.  unconscious.  You were brought back to me.  or I was brought back to you.  You came back to me.  only eating sugary treats and speaking in a strange near unintelligible dialect.  No, that is something else.  Go sidetracked by reference.  Research.  You came back to me.  while I was sleeping with my head against the window or outside the window of the bar.  you saw me and waved and looked happy to see me.  we hugged.  Did we?  How could I forget?  Let’s just sit for a while.  Like no time has passed.  No explanations necessary.  Apropos or nothing, I’m reading two books with red covers right now.  had to take a quick bite of ice cold ham and do some cyberstalking before continuing.  Pantyhose feet after a hard day at the office.  But that was yesterday.  You looked different.  Alterations.  Still unmistakable.  Then we were in a house, can’t remember how we got there.  full of odd slim men.  A couple of them palling around and one of them being quite critical of the other such that you called the critical one a “nag”.  I was so self conscious sinc you found me at my bed bar with my hair undid.  Did my best to style it using the water from a sink in an industrial style bathroom.  Was that blood on my forehead.  So hard to get off.  from success.  Skye riley! Too sexy!  Need strange new worlds soon.  I related all this information and more to a dear friend using my mouth and the wonders of technology.  Penguins are the best.  Then we were out of the house and walking familiar unexplored streets.  So lovely and simple and happy. Everything I ever wanted.  Because you were okay you were okay I could see and feel that you were okay.  You made a cardboard or a wooden sign.  Was it to be crafts?  Call about a job interview.  I could hear it but it wasn’t on speaker phone.  Back to the bar.  you asked about the word count.  I didn’t have to tell you what I was writing but you asked about the word count.  Sign to finally finish.  This will all be over soon.  In another text someone asked their hand to be held because that’s what people do when waiting for the end.  And then that happened.  The pinky.  Or index.  Recollections.  No longer faith.  Perhaps spurned by the old messages.  But felt so lovely.  And that was around the end of it.  and the mourning came with warmth.  Trying to conjure up more memories.  I am a sad nothing of a person and the forecast is not looking good on how this is all going to turn out.  Water.