A momentary lack of ribbon

A momentary lack of ribbon
(The outlaws guide to writing a novel)1

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Pre-interlude4

What can be demanded from a typewriter? Whatever it is I'm sure it can't be demanded of a keyboard. Well actually that’s what I'm here to find out. Exactly what can be expected from a computer. I'm sure there is nothing profound to be found amidst my typing, and certainly my vocabulary is lacking that of any real author's depth. Never the less I will let this keyboard do my talking. I must warn you though unlike the Remington SL3 used by Tom Robbins my machine is given to fits of run-on sentences, weird punctuation, a lack of clarity and a general disregard for the rules of English (if only for the point of conveying it's cold feelings towards our overcomplicated and meaning less use of such things as structure. God knows I use semicolons in my spoken sentences all the time). So beware.5

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Rafters hanging, adrift in ethereal goo9

Embers falling, disrupt ashen silence below10

The trick is in destruction11

The cleansing of motive12

Staccato conviction13

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Seeing the new millennium, what a joke. I mean to say nothing significant is chewing it's way into history. I say that at the risk of sounding insensitive. However people dying in terror attacks, skirmishes, wars and music related incidents. Over lack of money, too much money, religious difference, border disputes or whether the next note should be an A sharp. Regardless this is nothing new. Lets face it, such things have been going on for much longer than it has been written about (possibly with the exception of the A sharp I'm not quite sure how long it's been around). So I pose the question 'When will they remove flavor from food completely?'. That seems like something that would shake history up a little bit. "I remember this fast food once tasting like it had less carbs or something" a casual remark by Lex (who up until this point had not been introduced) "Actually I believe it carried the distinct taste of being grilled with human excrement. Even so it was still flavor and I miss it so." (To whom this remark is directed is not really relevant right now, lets pretend it’s a thought and not so much spoken, though I'm pretty sure it is spoken). At any rate the words have been communicated and that is that, only a long depressing of the backspace key can fix that and in my particular line of work (which happens to be making side notes in parentheses, and also confusing the reader to the best of my lack of ability) we don't allow the use of such a key. What about spelling you ask? I reply "Fuck spelling taking spelling errors out of writing is like taking flavor out of food" (which really is my view of the use of punctuation and all those rules regarding writing, just think of my writing as an over spiced jambalaya) So back on topic, he continues to eat this rather bland creation (if it can be called such) that was placed in front of him by the attractive waitress. Who I might add, had the most flavor of anything in that room.15

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Now the funny thing about flavor (which I suppose is going to be touched on a little in this book) is it's meaning when I refer to people. On short notice I've chosen to describe people as flavors. Now don't go getting thoughts of chocolate and cherry. No, the flavors I'm talking about are up, down, strange, charm, bottom and top. For those slightly versed in the matter of particles, you will notice that these are the states of quarks. In the real world I don’t suppose you can mix the flavors, however for this book that’s exactly what we’ll do. (You’ll understand at a later chapter, for now just think of these two flavors as the base flavors. You are either one the other or both) Now here for example we have an up flavored person. Shall we call him/her (now I tried to think of a name, not coming up with one. I came up with it out of inspiration from Star Trek.) Red shirt #1, now Red shirt #1 being the up person he/she is straight. Straight up not gay. Now we have Red shirt #2 who but of course will illustrate the next flavor which is down. Red shirt #2 is gay (short simple to the point. I'm sure it was seen coming. So just came out and said it. Though without thinking since most likely Red shirt #2’s family will disavow all knowledge of their son or daughter.) (Also at this point I am taking it upon my self to change operating systems in hopes that a different one will write better for me.) So there you have it so far, up is straight in sexual preference and down is well, that which is not up.19

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So where was I before that damned rude half chapter got in my way? Ahhh yes the waiter and lex. What a couple and they didn't even know it. As far as we know right now, they are both Up flavored. She has flavor and he has flavor. Now if only they could get together and make a burger with flavor. (Not some sexual kind either, just a regular burger with flavor) However he was far to shy to say anything to her (except for now on second thought) his previous statement about the lack of flavor in his burger. I suppose she noticed him, he seemed the unruly type. About five foot nine, longish curly brown hair some of it being held back by his glasses. Although he didn't smell entirely of Up. (Now this person being described, kind of sounds like me. Let me take this time to assure you that it is. Also remind you that the other flavor she was detecting was not Down nor was it body odor) He smelled strange. Not of charm just strange, perhaps strange enough to intrigue her. We can only hope that it is. Since he happens to be the main character. We should hope that they are successful in making a connection, as they are essential to a good love story. ((Or in this case a great piece of crap) I suppose that was a stab at my writing ability, also a stab at how the burgers used to taste and then how I compared love with the now flavorless burgers. So in essence they need to make a burger that at least tastes like crap) 23

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You might be wondering about the lack of chapter two. I wouldn’t if I were you. I don’t like the number so I didn’t use it. That being said lets talk about another flavor, charm. Charm is what you get when you know you’re hot. When you know whatever you say will get you into some pants. Not that it really has anything to do with charm. (I suppose it does a little since well even snakes have charm, and charmers I might add. So I guess if you’re stuck with the flavor up charm (UC from now on) or down charm (you guessed it DC) there is still hope to get you back to a non twisted flavor. I suppose now would be a good time to discuss strange as well. Strange is, well at the risk of not saying anything really just strange. No one knows what it is how it works on other people. The person isn’t really attractive, super charming or anything. It just works, one of those mysteries of life. Not everyone can pick up on this strange though, that’s why these strange people are a little weird at times. They just don’t know how to harness this strange. And that makes them seem a little strange.28

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So here we are in this fast food joint in our quest for flavor. Lex and Stewart (Out of no where that’s her name and although it sounds male, she is all female. About five foot three, one of those figures you want to latch onto and not let go of. Actually im going to stop describing stuff. See even if you’re an avid reader your imagination is probably ruined from years of TV and all that crap (and well my keyboard doesn’t feel like being used to type a bunch of crap for you that isn’t really needed, however it felt inclined to put this here). Not to mention the fact that my descriptions are dull and just not interesting, so I’ll spare you the pain of having to read them. Just know she was something to look at.32

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Let us move away from this scene for a while. I’m going to type some nonsense about balance (winging it really). In order to gain balance you must lose it. In order to truly have something I believe we must understand it. One of the best ways to understand something is to lose it. This is true for money, our senses, motor functions, love, air, freedom and control. Trying going a day without walking. Try a day without sight. Try loosing control. Try not being able to taste.36

This of course doesn’t matter cause there is no flavor. Who got rid of flavor and why? I’d venture a guess and say that it was me. If you aren’t going to use the damn sense in the first place, why should I give you the ability to use it now? This goes for everything, music, movies, art, and emotions. Anything that distinguishes itself from something else by varying degrees of anything.37

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Sense in a sentence comes at great expense. Even though it's true, it was a senseless sentence. In order to make sense it had to be senseless, so it still made sense, a cheap sentence that spared no expense. Were these last three lines expensive? Since what was said is, a well-known fact, it was senseless to state it again. Well in an objective world, it would be a well-known fact. In a subjective world those words would mean different things to everyone. In a subjective world “I love you” is a senseless sentence to state, it can have no meaning except the different meanings it has to each person. Which would never be exactly the same since each person has modified its meaning with their own bias and limitations on how the word touches them. Which of course, bias and limitations towards, their bias and limitations also changes what the meaning of subjectiveness is to them. So at no point can a consensus ever be reached about anything. I love you comes at different expense to each person, so it is a senseless sentence. Subjectiveness is senselessness. It makes sense only in an objective universe. Since subjectiveness would be a well known fact. Simply put subjectiveness destroys itself unless it has certain standards. If it doesn’t it falls apart.42


I believe we live subjective lives inside an objective box. Those that look at the “big picture” know we live in a subjective reality with rules based in an objective box. Even then you must realize our objective box would have to exist in another box. Rules that constructed the objectiveness of the box (absolute truths). Seeing the big picture you are still missing the frame, the wall it’s hung on, the museum that contains the wall, the road the museum is on, the city that road is on, and so on. Even when you escape that you find yourself at square one…realizing you are still in a box. You can never escape the series of boxes that contain any sort of reality subjective or otherwise. You would need a box cutter, a God, a source of truth beyond which there is no truth. Thus ending the box, and allowing you to see everything for what it is. I mean ultimate truth could never be subjective, it would never hold together. So it be must a single thing somewhere, that sets the final rules of a system. Unless we ourselves contribute to that which is God, with a subjectively based objective system, a collective consciousness. So in the end life is non-art being interpreted by fools as art. If we are god as a group then I submit to you my finest writing ever, the blank pages that follow.43

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A midnight minister sweeping the streets49

Speaking mostly in mirrored smoke 50

[Casuistry through innocent conversation]51

Revealed 52

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"That which is axiomatic"56

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Or at least I think it was chapter seven, then again who really cares. By now I’m sure that most of us can agree that there is nothing to be gained from reading further. No plot line we can trace to find structure, no meaning, no truth, nothing. Unless this writing serves one purpose, to show that without one of these things, there is no point. There must be a center somewhere. Suppose I have a computer toss words together, they mean nothing, it can “write” volumes and volumes of nonsense. That’s all it will be, since we all agreed at some point in time that this is how ideas will be conveyed in a written or spoken medium. Then when you really look at it, the random text does convey an idea, even without obeying our rules. The random string of text, in a moment of axiomatic truth says “Hi I’m a random string of text, showing you why you need rules to convey ideas successfully”. Then this means I have a point even by not having a point. Now this is where subjective things come into play. Did you like the way I made a point? Did you like the words I chose? Did you like the colors that the painting used? These are all valid uses of subjectivity. Things that actually do vary from person to person, things we haven’t all agreed on. Like the meanings words have for each individual. 58

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And by now, i'm sure you're all wondering what the hell I'm doing, well i always thought it would be great to just follow a string.....something loose....not to binding....minus all the coherent garbage that most people need, and boil it down to raw thought....pump it into a keyboard and what do you have? 62

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Well at the least you have...stuff...and at most another meaningless patchwork of words and such (take for instance written works of all kinds and sorts and times)64

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change67

desperation born of freedom68

calling poignant thoughts69

scholar70

nonsense71

restless figures of speech72

every where lie73

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It's a wonder I tolerate this computer, and the random places it seems to be taking my book. Perhaps it's a wonder this keyboard tolerates my fingers presence. We all know it's a horrible emotional and messy thing when your keyboard rejects you. Insists you type certain things or it will banish you from writing on it.....It's a wonder I ever get anything done at all (At this point i would like to point out that I do allow the computer to channel it's ideas through me, making me a member of the guilty party as well). 76

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Sorry that is a small disclaimer I was forced to place in there, for fear of getting on the wrong side of the robot league...back to my story of love and flavor....since we all know that's why you're reading this....78

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Ok so this burger was sitting in front of me...(woops, that is to say....lex)....80

So this burger was sitting in front of lex, he was kinda staring at it. Suddenly in a moment of panic since he didn't really have a conversation starter (and he really wanted to talk to this waitress) he brandished a butter knife and with the skill of a drunken lumberjack, began hacking away at the burger, whilst laughing as only lex can....in several strange ways all at once, and sometimes broken apart. Stewart being the interesting girl she is thought "Well damn must be something wrong with the burger.....no one would destroy a perfectly fine burger like that".....Excuse me, Is there something wrong with your burger? Not now, lex said, I'm almost to the heart of this beast. "Beast?".......Yes beast...You see i was reading that some times these meat patties have been known to burst out of one's stomach, and i figure, well i'll kill it before it kills me. Actually ok...no...I was just wanting to talk to you..and well one thing lead to another and soon i was destroying this burger in an attempt to get your attention and ultimately a number at which i could reach you.81

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(Ok so i changed my mind, i actually like the number two, i was just lying to you in an effort to conceal my poor writing ability)87

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At this point i feel we need to talk about strange, you might be saying "ahh yes we know what strange is now, he's just weird, he says weird things, so on and so forth". Well if this were a game show "Buzzzzz wrong answer" would be my reply, what's strange isn't what he said or his methods (well i guess it's a part of it)....No what's strange still eludes even me, even after years spent in the social superconducting supercollider (Most people know it as life, or certain periods therein). 89

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like no one else92

kinetic patterns of thought connecting93

weaving trustfully paranoid diagrams94

pie charts and things dreams are made of95

weighted by failure to define96

simple pointless words97

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(At this point lex should have some epigram of some sort, however due to my lack of talent, his dialogue will be slightly altered) Well fuck, you mean to say...i stabbed this burger...tore it to shreds....i let it's eternal fast food soul slip away....just to be denied you...by some bullshit rule.....fuck that. (Also at this time i would like to inform you it was my original intent for lex to buy this food chain, change the rules for her...marry her and set her free from her working class bondage...so on and so forth. Then after failing to raise enough funds. I was forced to realize lex would now have to be, well for lack of a better word "poor". I'm dreadfully sorry that I'm not rich enough to support your fairytale ending habits.)105

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Can love exist between these words without properly spacing my groups of sentences? Can love exist between Lex and this waitress, if this love between my words doesn't exist? I can write it, will anyone read it? What is this love anyway? A harmony? A special bond between particles and periods? (or perhaps any punctuation) Either it's in my mind or it's on paper. (I suppose love doesn't care where it is, as long as it just is).114

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Long story short, they manage to hook up and break free the shackles of their taste dilema. Even so another problem is here (that i'm sure we can discover without using our characters anymore),one that is bigger than the last, the shackles of their mind's. Which their taste (even though restored) is still rooted in (the mind that is to say). So it must be flawed (after all I'm human and i'm writing this flawed mess), it's the mind that corrupts these things. It keeps us from observing the world around us and the way it flows, causes us to tarry and stray from that which we can not see. Still there are those who seem to locate this pulse blindly (while trapped in their mind and ego) and seemingly without effort. As though on some genetic level they align with this flow of energy. 118

Chapter (within a ramble)119

And so with careful disregard to forethought we ascend another level deeper into that which is our own art form, the art of constructing this prison, enjoying this prison, learning it's native tongue, brushing the bars on the canvas so to speak. As it progresses we soon find ourselves midlife, following tracers, fragments of what we started out seeking.
A key to this place, a chance to pull open the shades and breath in the sunrise, of another prison. The inescapable confines of human thought. Deny it or not this is life (or something resembling it), and there are two ways out. Death and the guy with the nice tight straight-jacket waiting to escort you to the rest of the lucid dream you'll call life until you die.120


Taking out the trash (Along a busy street)121

Binary delusions propel us to believe in something more than TCP connections. Something less cold, far more meaningful, less deceitfu....or something like that any way. We have to gracefully deny the fact that these means of communication, while distant and possibly spoofed, are as real as anything real can be perceived.122

That being said, we'll move on now to where (If anything) the stream of text you are reading is going.123

A stylistic rehash124

Striking features
Posing free of fear
Narrow
Skipped subsets
Retroactive algorithms
Self-Referenced
Apology in rhetoric125

Shutters or blinds
Shut inside (Day in)
Mini-Series (Day out)126

Justice and value
Flawed quality thesis
Untimely
On track tangents
Sprinting to conclusions
(Out of reason)
In spite
(Out of rhythm)
In time127

I wasn’t here then, but I am here now.128

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An evolution taking years off your body130

An approximation of things not yet seen131

A sheer suggestion, an innuendo, a ghost of the reality that ought to be.132

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As I was going up the stairs, I saw a man who wasn’t there134

He wasn’t there again today, I wish I wish he’d go away.135

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haste, yet he remained. So we moved gracefully to the next subject at138

hand, never to return to this thought…and so it was, we had no choice, I guess…but to expound on it once again, though we tried to pull our selves away, it wouldn't release us.139

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Over and over again it repeats.
"Stop the strumming of like ideas, and make once again solid that which has no right to be such."141

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The seeds of chaos are ours to plant,143

And realized now as though they never will be,144

Planted they will be, as another brick on the path to where I would be led.145


BETA Chapter 0.19.33146


So I decided to follow this internet trend and devote a "chapter" to Beta.....not that i really care if it works or not...so consider it an unscripted alpha and not so much a beta...that being said, let's move on. To my goal, what I hope you'll get. I hope and believe you will get herpes (that is to say you will get out of reading this what you started out to find). Just think, all of that without sex....amazing ehh??? Yeah you didn't know I was that good did you? Well my current ratings are in and three of the five people who've read this mess while in draft form (which will be how you read it) agree. On what they agree, that is of no concern to you. Just rest assured that they agree.147

Felt-Tips and permanent points148


Incubated apathy
Dropping proportion
Cigarettes on satellite
Mid-day news
Shelf life
Literature
Dragnet ratings149

Digestive susceptible
Nielsen
Through and through150


Risky is the path to sainthood especially when it's easy to be tempted by cheap microwave tv dinners or 42oz of your favorite soft drink....or maybe a hard one. Moths consume what truth we have left....seemingly safe in attics of childhood memories and guilt. So.....let's do this paragraph right.....or wrong....left of ordinary...regardless...so no more wandering, but that's a different story....or is it...there were secrets....and lies.....and un-truths and webbing and blogging and drugs and litter and.....well hookers.....ok so i lied no hookers or litter.....however life moves in slow....obvious ways....so i need to get one (a life that is) and let it slowly suck me in. Until I end up with a life that is bigger faster stronger....more lemon more lime....more cherry flavor.....polished chrome...most power in it's class...and only lasts for 48 hours. (And if you can find a better deal on this car, I'll give it to you)151


Thinking clearly, the problems I (we) are all faced with, can't be our fault? We tried, they just wouldn't leave us alone? Blame could not be farther from us at this point? After all, we as the entire human race, are all intelligent, we have strong wills, we constantly live under the influence of rational thought? We are (this next word is brought to you out of my lack of motivation to come up with more comments about us) perfect by nature? So when something is wrong, it must be some "one's" or some "thing's" fault, honestly we aren't at fault, ok maybe a little, but if those people or things weren't there to fuck us up, we'd all be fine, ok ok maybe not completely fine, even so, we'd manage...right? There would be no hard pressed streams of words or whiskey tarnished paragraphs.152


Style, a substance, breathing for a cause. Disruption, a moment, waiting for a pause. Relative quizzical conundrums, fuel egocentric illusions (conflicting with duality). Define and destroy you.153


Chapter 33 (Current events)154


Apathy is back in style, well actually kids, it never went out of style, and i love it I hear it's going to be this winter's new red and green, imagine that, I can't wait. The red and green stares on everyones face as they battle it out for presents (Here's an idea to really get you on santa's nice list, start giving a flying fuck, and give your presents away). That being said, I also can't wait for the 4th of july, lot's of exciting things, freedom, black powder, sulpher residue, kids getting fingers and hands blown off, you know what owuld be better, if this year, I rigged a bunch of fireworks to be pressure sensitive and buried them in the ground, where would i place them you ask? Ohh i don't know, let's see...hmmm kids love the fireworks, so playgrounds are a must, bike paths, hiking trails so on and so forth. That way when we walk around we'll be extra surprised when our kid is playing and loses a leg (At least it looked fan-fucking-tastic, and reminded you of those who came before you, and what this country stands for). What about the left overs? Think of them as a way to remember our freedom in the seasons to come. It'll be a new wave of patriotic feelings, and we won't even need to level any more large buildings to pull us together for a few weeks and then move on. I promise you it will be amazing.155


Also another topic which i personally feel is of great importance, the homeless, i don't want them hanging around, bothering me during the few holidays between now and my fucking christmas, we should really do something for them, like trick them into a semitrailer and then pipe the exhaust into it, drive it down to mexico and tell those who want in our country they must remove the bodies, in order to get in the trailer for the ride back (of course we un-pipe the exhaust) and remind them on their way into the US, if they shit out on us, and don't take low wages, they'll end up on the streets, and then like the bodies they just unloaded. Seems like a good idea, lots of homeless people trucked off, dead, to another country, lots of cheap labor coming in to make toys for the girls and boys (let's just hope they don't get lippy like the elfs). If they don't work, "DEAD", and back to somewhere we don't have to care about. Well that about does it for my...well whatever it is you want to call whatever it is I do.156


Chapter 9 (Assault on wonderland)157


Assault the wonder, hope for change, ever smaller. Still we stand for whatever's next. Though it tests our strength and boredom still we wait. For the next taste of hell to slide out of the ever changing (yet stagnant) picture tubes or a slight smell of the other guys slice of pie. If this sounds like you then try my new flavor, tested on four species of animals, crammed down kids and mothers throats and I promise it will not only cut the roof of your mouth but it will have your gum in shambles in a matter of minutes. If breakfast cereal isn't your thing I have a new shampoo, no more baldness....it's made from the icky sticky goo and the explosive residue collected from only the purest minefields, it will lengthen and increase the volume of your hair and improve your confidence "Their appendage helps your hair grow"....And since we here at Sethco are always looking out for you, I will be researching a new line of colon cleansing products made from a renewable resource....mass graves.....The new product "Ethnic Cleanser" will not only clean your colon but it will help you sleep at night knowing that all the people killed for no reason, are useful now.158


Change the channel, now this is better, much better.159

I hear a man is holding german children hostage, I hear governments pressing this pushing that, I hear people pushing back, I hear the enviroment is dying, I hear rhetoric seducing our ears, I hear martyrs looking for a cause, I hear pointless stories balancing our hopes and fears, I hear 10 seconds spots about 10 dead in a school shooting.....I hear all of this, and listen to none of it....it's all too far away. The way I like it distant, impending however still so distant, concepts and breezes that whip despair and hope into a frenzy. Which, you know stir up dust, and that gets in your eyes....guh and if you aren't careful it will scratch your eyes. Thats no good at all. Then again I do wear glasses, and that tends to keep a lot of things out of my eyes.160


Leave a message161


No one will get back with you, as no one ever checks this machine. It's not that I don't care, it just I'm too busy to be bothered by you. Perhaps if you met me by chance at a place I already happened to be at, I would spare a moment for. Well until I get a new personal assistant, I had to fire the last one, she let some one start talking to me. (To tell you the truth I didn't even notice until my assistant ran the guy off)162


Which brings me to my next topic.163

Cry havoc and let slip our laughs at them, though i'm not sure what with. The humor was lost a couple lines ago and moved on, to a new scene. One with more drugs and younger women. A buffet of distractions and deadly desserts. Riding the intellectual line down the center of socially acceptable binges and the binges everyone else wishes they had the balls to go on. Usually ending in a more mature life or 20 years to soon with a flashy overdose.......all that aside, if we don't walk that line who will? Who will be there to provide the next generation with an alternative to the alternative? Who will keep the delusions alive?164


And so in the grand scheme of things, we all decided it would be better, to ignore the fiction of facts. Among other things, wow i really hate this piece i'm writing......then again i think we would all feel ok if some freak event were to happen to this place while we were several miles away in relative safety, i know i would.165

You know whats a shame? You know what a huge waste is? Having the neutron bomb and not using it. We have a bunch, well i guess the same could be said for all the nuclear deterrents. Point is, what a waste, we could be trashing third world countries even more, we could be launching them at celestial bodies, fucking up lunar events, i mean really when you think about it, there is no reason not to do something with them, imagine astroid sculpting, art of the next generation. Don't laugh, there will come a time when we all need a personal thermo-nuclear device (mostly for home protection, and settling neighborhood parking disputes) and then it will only be a matter of time before it is used to it's fullest potential, sculpting, or creating glass, i mean, we could create some far out glass designs in the desert with proper placement of nukes. Smoke on that you over indulgent hippy fucks. Yeah, here i am rock you like a hurricane, or maybe a typhoon, either way there will be destruction of immense proportions, and we will all laugh gleefully whilst dancing on the graves of the innocent, and wrecking homes and breaking babies. Though on the outside we shall pretend to care, and shed a couple of tears for the dolphin stuck in the tuna net. While on the inside knowing that it doesn't matter what happens to that silly sea creature, as long as we get our tuna salad and flipper doesn't get cancelled...wait a minute folks this just in, flipper cancelled, presumed dead in his tank...ohh well fuck all the sea life then......who's up for an oil tanker collision?166

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Sorry, it seems my keyboard layout was on "Tell them what I really think", and that just isn't good for selling books....not to change the subject, however I'm sure i'm coming through, perhaps on a small transistor radio across the borders of a long forgotten country. Where our third world ways seem strange to them, and i'm certain they have better insurance. Open heart surgery would be no problem.171


Concerned and Trite172


Ok, for those of you who insist, perhaps some more writing. (This time void of hidden and seldom found meaning)173

Well maybe a little of that stuff, however....174

The search for inspiration
Leaves a thick film of sweat
Perspiration can't even describe175


Where's my messiah in these turbulent times free of thought? What begins the new day, when limitless assholes with
loathing and lethargic minds have destroyed today? Who can reach the sky, rearrange the stars, polish the moon?
Images of deliverance flash before my eyes in scenes from forgotten dreams. Sluggish actions try to catch long gone ideals. Fearless and rejected I stand, awaiting my saviour and his salvation with an open mind and a burning cigarette. A social dilemma, runs the risk of repeating itself.176


Or a dip into the strange side of the stories charm. Our characters are back (to back).177

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Chapter 1 (sure)179

Ever eternal the peaceful warrior, in ways of digital voyuer180

One nation under fraud, our less than stable god181

Begins this book again...182


Granules in your sanity, trust:brought forth like daylights rust
Gathered as a frost, a simple path that was lost
In the way
As another brick in the path, to where i would be led.
Thoughtlessness often crosses, in ways of softness, the rays of light
In a sweet caress.
The wisp of last periods lost. In reference to thoughts lost crossing layers.
The tangents in tangible lust, not forgotten in mid-days dusk.183


Lost in a sirens daze, what was is never next midnights craze.
In fact, in stereo. Thats how it's being transcribed.184

Truth seldom lost in a blaze, like the frost, shown for what it is.
In the summer months.185

Til next years stories become last, and as stale as the bread...yeah the crust.186


Chapter three (the point three repeating kind)187

Moving towards headings at last, while the waves never crash
Strange shores, the distant mind's eye horizon. Never full sail, always with tact.
We gently place the next sentence same as the last.188

Kinder things of past, beg remember what was said. Sled dogs if you will, carrying their purpose to the lost.189


Chapter 19 (Perhaps?)190

Tongs in a salad lost, bread crumbs in said salad tossed. Dr suess-ish if you will, Sue Seth if you must.191

The party never dies, it's us
There lies party lines, party lies.
Apart at times though never a must. Things musn't seem, particles adrift.
Instead a flow steady seen, thrown (and summarily) trampled in octobers trust.192


to...the cursors blink, staring forever helps one think, about the thoughts lost at car crashes. Sliding
into steady streams again. Lights of dusk gleam, a slightly swaying paradigm. Shifting in pairs of three..scenes seem to me specific scenery. A latter day saint of the (Narrow) Digital realm.193

On the air of surprise, glisten an inspiration of affliction. In error of eyes all is apparent.194


Silently rehearsed, verses slipping narrow passages. Slapping shards in the dissonance of resonance....an indifference of cultured cluttered junk.195

196

(?)197

Septic suggestions of feeling (slide)198

Seldom through199

Harbinger's embrace200


Feather in storm201

Stagnant fears202

Notes or words
Jotted and spoken
In composed gesture203

Mirrored prose
Wishfully intended to please204

Sustained longer
In scales of mediocrity205


Oh so trivial206


The mundane207

Respected, trite concerns208

Unfurl, belay
Underly
Cause for affecting209

Despondent issues, lie seeding (counterfeit)
Savory ideals
Offspring's regret210

Disillusioned quanta211

Extrinsic beauty
Sought
Resplendent
Duller, the atomic level
Mostly codependent212

It's, thoughts we're missing
It's between
Definition
(Subliminal
Producing rhythm
Spawned of proper timing
Tightly unravel
To loss or meaning
Thought provoked gravity
Helplessly
Round off levity)
Digression213

Hidden carefully
Etch our gray214

With transparent
Disgust215

Shape eludes the molten routine
Absence
Form degrades
Faceted decay216

Untamed, the wild order (silence)
Style
Sans grace217

Scattered silicate
Woven
Crude designs218

Hidden, our aquarium of idiom (deflated)
Prescribed therapy
Packaged sanity
Detached shards
Remain of inner reflection219

Inhaled through deeper meditation
Small doses of clarity220

It's fake
Intellect
Regurgitate
Intricate
Seemingly221

Complicated222

Progression
Assimilate
Retrograde223

Fiction224

Based
Faith
Sensual
Reduction225

Entropic
Emotional
Neutrality226

Chaos
Grounded
Duality
Particle
Wave227

Light