Reminiscing
over the massive palm springs ass. It
was truly a glorious sight. Black
leggings. Black hair . I have a check
for five dollars American. Slime at one
point. Sexy slime. Replacing venetian blinds. I wasn’t exactly dressed for disco
dancing! I am writing these words under
considerable duress. Or am i?! the more
I learn the less I want to know. So
difficult to find amalbert content. Not
difficult, no. but I need more. How did all this begin? How did I slip into this? Recollections of the…. Yes, stream makes the most sense. Dumb ugly white trash lady down below me
hacking up a lung. What is it with the
white trash that live so near me that they have such trouble breathing and love
to show that off to all the neighbors?
Fucking idiots. Blondie star and
venus has me. but that’s just the day’s
culmination. Not even the full
culmination just the day. shut the fuck up already, I said. dumb ugly white trash. Shame white trash loves to have so many
kids. They’re always ugly kids too. What’s up with that? anyway, the wagon trailed way way up. Me thinks he was feeling a tad bit stressed
and began looking for relief in all the wrong places (should have went for icy
hot! Apropos of nothing). And so
commerce came to the rescue. Goods
and/or services of real value exchanged for currency plain. The essence of commerce! So hard to find these days what with all the
crackdowns. Wonder how it will be in the
future [where we all have flying cars!
And when we’re busy populating other planets (rolls eyes)] plastic transactions. Fast forward to him sitting in his car in a
busy parking lot after having just walked around a large conglomerate twice for
various no good reasons (though one involving ‘za). Recollections of the…. Difficult to have nostalgia for such a
destructive force but there it is. Mouth
hungry. Remember a light blue. Remembering washing dishes. Not finished washing dishes. A red shirt at a very patriotic place. Everything before so comparatively
innocent. The moments back and forth on
the blue. Completely undoing everything
that had come before. Summarized in a
humble collection (truly underground).
Remember falling down that hill? Remember dancing with that nun? In the center of the ring just like a…. no cause yet for such mileage (except the
main cause) but likely very soon.
Homemade Christmas dessert. The
lack of experience was brutal. But I am
in their corners for life. Or am I? the more I learn the less I want to
know. Yes, I am! Star has me.
should I make myself comfortable?
A burgundy I think. Very close
up. And everything ceasing it’s
functionality right on schedule. Way
back with the rhapsody in blue. The
creepiness of it all. Way too
complimentary. Nicest or most caring,
something to that effect. Doesn’t add
up. Coal black. Of course, the friend. the friend who has a dual meaning in all of
this sloppy slippery mess. The
witness. Betrayal on top of betrayal. once purchased a hot dog late at night at a
gas station. Then the ice princess
(think carefully). So cruel and hateful
and bountiful. Long time no see. Through he remembered that he needed to do a
load of laundry. The same one he’s done
half a dozen times in the past couple weeks as his selection of outfits
continues to dwindle. Needed for the
morning tasks. Which include a necessary
removal. And so another unexpected image to help grow the
feverish state. Face card strong. Right on the chin. Never exactly the same from the old days of
two. For there was another sink
there. a different sink than the one
mentioned earlier. A generous act. A position of generosity. Looking right at the corner of the room all
the while. Recently drank some orange
and had some chicken wings. Generous
selection at the establishment. Heightening
the feverish recollections of the…. The other
night. Single braid was everything. Nights
before that, blurred black dress. Yes,
so unexpected this. But very
intuitive. Night before at some dive. Soft in the middle and red on top. Need a new dive. I’ve oversaturated myself at my current
one. oh no, digging through old
recollections in search of the missing means and modes of the glorious palm
springs ass. Remembering a lovely
goodbye. Ah all the thoughts of the full
generous culturally appropriate meals and the giggles. After effects and
punishment. Of course, can’t be entirely complete without remembrances
of the chain of command. Forest green
t-shirt that shouldn’t but did. something
laid to rest to atop a yellow plastic bin.
Borrowed then returned then borrowed again. Black with white stripes. Beige with black stripes. So different approach. Ultimately oddly
uncoordinated. Tiny tiny. What did it all mean?
We lost our souls some where. Dropped
them on the road before falling off the wagon . need to drink more juice. And now the collage growing. Everything more real when not truly
experienced. One of my ultimate
fantasies involved being knocked out with an industrial haptic feedback robotic
arm and thus made to look foolish. In many
of my fantasies I have a stupid look on my face. thinking about electricity a lot . and
humiliating failure. Many of my
fantasies involve humiliating failure on my part. Which is to say that all of this is so
controlling yet amounts to almost absolutely nothing at all. Going back and forth from the dead serious to
the smiling. Imagining the moment of truth
while going back and forth like that.
would it have been better to never have had the experience. Very often, I think so. But can’t really do a damn thing about it
now. Or can I?! the more I learn the less I want to know. Avoid apologizing if it’s only to make your
conscience feel better. I can see the
unraveling. And then by the fire kissing
leather. Before that a fake holiday with
a 24 hour pass. A year or more of
ugliness masquerading as joy. All brought
about by yours falsely. Maybe I’ll eat
frosted flakes in the morning.
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