there is an epidemic of mental illness. There is an epidemic of 'obesity'.
fat crazy people walking the streets eating everything in sight. EAT THE CARS EAT THE CARS.
there is no such thing as obesity. overweight? over-what-weight? that's just a sales gimmick. As is the craziness. That's just a trick.
crazy people are unhappy with the crap and can't take it anymore. that is sane.
EAT THE CARS. you've only got two sylabbles: HONK! HONK! FINGER! FINGER!
don't mean to be yelling it all because I am not and you are not and I am not and yee aren't neigher has she done that for he hast neign dee hast und neber neber say never no naa naa nee nee noo noo nell nell nnnn.
4 "N"s only. 4 N's Only. The last testicle peabody was under the influence of one man and yee were it yo. The death of the dead is dying over over over. Polka in the cemetary. There is nothing more that I can say that is absurd to you because it has all been said and we have exhausted our suppy of truthful imaginary absurdity because the real truth is so insane that we ought not to think about it for fear that it will make us all CARAYZEE!
fat crazy people walking the streets eating everything in sight. EAT THE CARS EAT THE CARS.
there is no such thing as obesity. overweight? over-what-weight? that's just a sales gimmick. As is the craziness. That's just a trick.
crazy people are unhappy with the crap and can't take it anymore. that is sane.
EAT THE CARS. you've only got two sylabbles: HONK! HONK! FINGER! FINGER!
don't mean to be yelling it all because I am not and you are not and I am not and yee aren't neigher has she done that for he hast neign dee hast und neber neber say never no naa naa nee nee noo noo nell nell nnnn.
4 "N"s only. 4 N's Only. The last testicle peabody was under the influence of one man and yee were it yo. The death of the dead is dying over over over. Polka in the cemetary. There is nothing more that I can say that is absurd to you because it has all been said and we have exhausted our suppy of truthful imaginary absurdity because the real truth is so insane that we ought not to think about it for fear that it will make us all CARAYZEE!
Before he loses his mind. before he loses his mind he was a fine upstanding citizen the president of the student council and the top of his class. I never saw a man so superior. Blond and blue eyed with a big big cock he knew his place and it was on top. He was there to fuck the world and I don't think he took it up the ass except from the finest.
I've always known that I would turn out to be a crazy degenerate who lived in the woods a hermit that shunned society. But then I realised: the hermit is obsolete. The hermit has been rebranded. You cannot be a hermit anymore since all the land there is to steal has been owner before and since there is no more air for you NO you can't sit on top of that fine spacious hill that is tresspassing. I am going to hunt the man in you and walk it down into the stubs of the feet feeling under the beats of the break rhythem bitch-mark yearning under the forecast and straight from under the tantrum police. BEEEEEEEEEEEEatch.
I knew I would grow up to be a hermit but I can't be that anymore because that paradigm is now over. They GMOed yer ass and you are taking Xanax to cope. Valium was too much for contained use but we got something better that only rots out the soul and leaves the rest in a well situated obediant stance of servitude to the master. Fear god, fear this.
So since that was over we are now the hermit now we all live at home the typical male on the computer alone typing words into the nothing mad at everyone and everything isolated and alone from the sound of the rhythem xcept for the occasional pornagraphic flirtation the underworld that is so painted up the ladies ain't men anymore and only the real is wrong.
We should never be like that but you are. I am p3erfect I blame you for all of it and the crew up topp. you are wrong and I am right it is that simple. We are all the emperor of the blind cave. I was under the impression that we were going some place that was a little smell better but my eyes were gouged out when I wasn't looking into the sun so then I noticed that this was the same as the dark ages except this time we aren't even here. Suffering is redemptive and redeption is bullshit. I am going under the water to the ocean to be with my car. We are going to be alone and sing songs together into eternity forevermore. I will have the airconditioner on and shampoo the outside of my hariy beast. My raw red fire burning steel and aluminum and plastic car engine is the only thing left that isn real anymore. nnnn 4 Ns are remembered and the memory is what the old people lived on for many years.
I built a memeory so we can have fun this is the best chance for me to get off and do my thing rockin under the table drinking rum for breakfast but the 80s synth sound tells me that it is all going to be over under the last time for the reast of the night . We humbele.
I sent an email to the whole group and She said to me that it was over for me. I said no way hose this ain't the place to for all of that kinda sheet. Yes well, I don't think you said that to her anyway except last time. Never never.
Weee
Do you like words?
Church bleeding. Church bleeding underneath the left side. Church bleeding over under the me side setup. We is that.
So since that was over we are now the hermit now we all live at home the typical male on the computer alone typing words into the nothing mad at everyone and everything isolated and alone from the sound of the rhythem xcept for the occasional pornagraphic flirtation the underworld that is so painted up the ladies ain't men anymore and only the real is wrong.
We should never be like that but you are. I am p3erfect I blame you for all of it and the crew up topp. you are wrong and I am right it is that simple. We are all the emperor of the blind cave. I was under the impression that we were going some place that was a little smell better but my eyes were gouged out when I wasn't looking into the sun so then I noticed that this was the same as the dark ages except this time we aren't even here. Suffering is redemptive and redeption is bullshit. I am going under the water to the ocean to be with my car. We are going to be alone and sing songs together into eternity forevermore. I will have the airconditioner on and shampoo the outside of my hariy beast. My raw red fire burning steel and aluminum and plastic car engine is the only thing left that isn real anymore. nnnn 4 Ns are remembered and the memory is what the old people lived on for many years.
I built a memeory so we can have fun this is the best chance for me to get off and do my thing rockin under the table drinking rum for breakfast but the 80s synth sound tells me that it is all going to be over under the last time for the reast of the night . We humbele.
I sent an email to the whole group and She said to me that it was over for me. I said no way hose this ain't the place to for all of that kinda sheet. Yes well, I don't think you said that to her anyway except last time. Never never.
Weee
Do you like words?
Church bleeding. Church bleeding underneath the left side. Church bleeding over under the me side setup. We is that.
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ha ha, my first comment ever!
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Hello- It's rare it find anyone who has even heard of Patchen, let alone read him and made a real conection to what he was saying. Your blog is great. I was starting to think that the blogmos was full of whiney middle class north americans- nice to be proved wrong- now I'm off down the pub to chew the philosophical cud with a few mates- cheers- joe roivas.
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