Sober is as sober does! Mimicking potential excremental dichotomies in plain spoken French. Verbs and so forth onward the zombie drink absorbs into mine stream of thoughtful consciousness; ice cubes melted by resistance. This is the night we romance the darkest of moon beams and left handedness. Say it with me now, friend!

All can be better examined under soft lit microscopes. Like doctors laid off of their personal prowess during surgical proceedings untamed, unrealized. Unreal egg white advantages of other cheery rose bud monologues.

We are not drowning in these affluent era codes of matrices tonight. Nope, we've come too far to just quit now! Too far, far. Though, none of us are attached to any peculiar epic rhyme there is still a chance we may morph in the nick of time.

The toilet song begs to differ here. Flush away now! Flush away all!

We all need somebody to lean on with or without cheeseburgers and french fries with ketchup and cheese sauce. Yummy yum nacho cheese sauce. Mmmm!

Oh yes we shall all die of heart attacks at the age of 87! Who the hell would like to live longer than that? Or live forever? Bullshit!

Nobody wants to live forever and even if they say they do they really don't. None none none.

My transgressions seem to matter only to me. Clearly, it is no verb that vexes you today and tomorrow. But oh you did not reply to my love letter so I assumed your silence was your reply. Was it not?

Blue clouded sage rock bags trick the inner sanctity of the sanctimonious crime lords. Corporate control now and now. We're all chattle for the raping! Stop the obedience! Stop the insanity!

November Evening. Naturally Nature. Careful Morbidity. The tortured souls of yester year are the blatant initializers of tomorrow's prophetic nonsense.

Now as I sit alone in my darkened cold and unforgiving studio flat I recall that I have lost and lived through. Through it all, all it threw me. Everywhere I spat on it willingly. Whole, spread upon her one toothed jackal raked mouth.

Her mother knew me well, once and quite some time ago. All is lost yet an eternal discovery of unparalleled fathoms. If you hate the days so much then why not just absorb them back into your amygdala!

Pineal gland, glandular ob obo sacrifices. Suffice to say that I do believe in the universal creative consciousness. Despite what you think, mang! All you fuckheads waste your lives on boozing and drugging and sexing and worrying. I have given that all up! Yes, do believe it.

Today has been quite cold. Colder than the pope's genital to genital strangulation machine. Yes, quite cold indeed.

Aforementioned, property valuation deceased the global market yesterday by fifty eight percent. Gold has declined significantly and so hath your erection. (Just a minute.)

Breasts to speculate such chicanery. Maybe she feels more than she allows herself to show. External. Abandonment woes and all that sugary coated conformity bull-shit. Shits.

Destroy the mind. Destroy the mind to make room for the future. We destroy everything.

Oh how uncivilized we've all become! It is no wonder we can't even think while we drive.

"Hey there, Burt!"
"Hey! What up, man!"
"Nothin' much I was just about to go participate in a good ol' fashioned orgy!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Really."
"Wow! That sounds groovy, man. But ain't ya worried about catching some kind of uh sex disease?"
"You mean an STD?"
"Yeah! That's it! An STD! Ain't ya worried about dat shit?"
"No not at all. The reason being that I already have like every known STD out there."
"Really?"
"No... not really. But yes: truthfully."
"Uh."

The sickness is a maddening joke playing pranks on us jesters. So gesture not and be now familiar with heartache.
Reginald strong arm bean planter farmer harvest your guts.

Unfamiliarize yourself with the notion that every single second must be jam packed with adventure and excitement and nausea. I do not agree with society and I never have.

Leave me be now with mine glass of pumpkin spiced ale. I am not engaging in your huckstering any longer. Within; with the in inside propriety.

There is a new word now that describes such a forlorned state of apathy. I believe it is pronounced as DE-AT-H. Used to be a silent E attached at the end but no longer.

Spew forth as chivalric apostomant likenesses sugar over the cream coated aches of modern man and woman. Shouting away the rivalry yet stewing up more contempt for one another. That is no way to operate a system within a system within a Universe!

Tell me now why I must conform to whatever fucked up mold you have outlined for yourselves oh so blindly. Tell me! Come on now I am grown enough and can comprehend many fallacies, many times over yet apart.

I do not need your credit cards or your god forsaken debt. Smushy, smushy. Capitalism exists not for the benefit of mankind! It exists soley for the purpose of profit and financial tyranny!

I do not give a fuck how ludicrous this may sound! It is the god's honest TRUTH!!

(Ego centric sentience cannot survive in an impermanent economic existence.)

December 7, 2013: the cold weather is persistent but bearable. I like it very much. Others seem to despise cold weather, especially the skinny peoples. During the summer they are all so quick to call me fat and/or overweight. But now I am the one laughing! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! HA!

Factor in that stolen soul of yesterday's beingness.

 
 I want to write a story about a man who is obsessed with peanut butter. Or maybe a story about a woman who is dumped by her fiance then decides to open up a candy shop. Or maybe some kind of romantic comedy type novel. I suppose I could write a really heart-wrenching novel about people losing their faith in themselves. Or a story about someone inspiring others to pursue their dreams and ambitions. So many possibilities out there and inside my head.