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1.       please do not scare children with a ‘policy’ statement.

City resources are used for the second job.

a child or a cookie at a public community meeting – a child’s

$50 or more from a single

source during a 12-month period

Outcomes depend largely on the experience of the surgeon

A site with a URAC, HONCode or TrustE seal

STD benefits are approved by the carrier

the result is too much sugar (glucose) in the

blood

U.S. workers say they feel overwhelmed or overworked

emotionally prepared and making sure you have a solid

Most of the philosophy that has lasted has arisen from some pressing motivation to justify a deeply felt belief

(and a popular Thanksgiving joke)

wondering whether it was not love she had lost so much as a modern form of respectability

state government
men
navy
mathematics
college sports
running
cats
romance
economics
terrorism

november 17th revolution day
marriage week 
atlantic city classic car show 
hockey east championship

difficult to get him to answer basic question about who he was, and how many dimes in a dollar.

n. I just wanted to

be the one in one thousand

that writes to say something

nice.

you are no longer assigned to the following shift:

  Saturday, Feb 14, 2015

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we’re lazy or bad people

but growth is revealed through change.  Don’t be afraid of the new

did she won’t medical assistant

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share to spare the air.

I suspect the vultures will deal with it before then.

Thyme Grilled Chicken Breast: You have been nominated

CD JAZZ METH

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Broken Clouds

Wind 7mph 
Humidity 82%
Pressure 29.89"
Visibility 9mi

HI SIR; I am tunisien,living in tunisia and and I have a painting from G.GUidi original. I want to sell it .Can you help if you are not unterrested.
BEST REGQRDS
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EMPTY- IGNORED- FRIENDLESS?

Every Good Boy Deserves Favor and Professional Foul

It appears that when the youth left the meeting room they left the door open and subject discovered the goods.

10. Type the last name of the employee, click once on the employee’s name, and then click Add. 
11. Click once on the employee’s name as it appears in the list of names to highlight it.
12. Select the desired permissions (typically, the permissions associated with "Publishing Editor").
13. Click OK.

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‘AFSTWOMAIN’, a.k.a. ‘10.90.52.107’

2.     Are beautiful, interesting and comfortable places for people.

How was the was the mayor of Jamestown VA

huglekultur, Ollas and wicking bed in action!

Mostly I have water or bottled tea.

Jim Hungerford

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One of them said, he was going to bring his mom to put a physical harm on all three of us. Bonita said, "your just making it worst

About 115 pounds of that gator was a deer in the gator’s stomach.

World party! [sound recording] / Music for Little People (Firm)

She believes the man is living here at night.

Trees are blooming along 49^th street in Hell’s Kitchen.

Studio 1A, home of Today

• Panamanian jockey
• Japanese actress
• English cyclist
• American football player
• Canadian heptathlete

We have 3 flavors of Explora

At around 11am there was loud music was casting from outside the Library on the hallway corridor.

The Locksmith

THE LOCKSMITH

One

 Newspaper in his lap, ice cream by his side, lying in his reclined chair, his eyes half open, he gazed wearily at the grey snowy tropical island on the decrepit television. “$2999” appeared on the screen. Five thousand thoughts went through Harold Richmond’s mind after seeing this and before nodding back off to sleep.

The sun was still out the next day. Harold longed for another cool, cloudy day. He walked to work down a cracked sidewalk. When they saw Harold Richmond, the people across the street were glad they were. It would be all right. He would be indoors soon. His miserable existence was only a footnote in the happy, exciting lives of everyone else. He was generally a kind and reasonable person. Maybe if someone saw this in him, he would not have been in the state he was. At the top of the steps to the shop, Harold’s boss, Carl Horowitz, waited impatiently.
The day was put away as every other, and Harold walked back to his apartment to go through his nightly routine. In a replica of last night, Harold made a decision for his life. Inspired by the same $2999 tropical island vacation commercial, he vowed he would get away from this sadness. No money in his possession made dreams more difficult to make real. He had a job in a trusted profession. He would suddenly become a lot less trustworthy.

Two

The next well to do couple to come crawling to the mercy of Mr. Horowitz and his services were named Grollinger. Harold argued with himself every second of the day and night, which was a little more than usual for him. He finally decided that trying to do something, even if he failed (even if it was illegal), would be much better than doing nothing at all. He made one too many keys for the old, stranded pair and slipped it into his front pocket. That night he sat alert and upright in his living room staring at the key as he turned and twisted it in front of his face in the dimness of the only light coming from his kitchen ceiling. He had overheard a conversation between the shriveled, rich kooks. They were to be out this night until midnight. His stopwatch showed 10:39. He had better get going.

He drove mischievously to the shining mansion in the moonlight. He’d brought two black bags with him. Scared to death he slipped the golden key into the great brass lock. Quickly and surprisingly skillful (to himself), he packed the bags with valuables and left before 11:09. Hitting every other pawnshop he saw he cashed in and earned more than he had expected. Filled with a long-forgotten excitement, Harold tensely but under control made his way to the airport where his vision of apparent happiness awaited his arrival. He sweated nervously all of the way on the jet liner. Stinking like a pig, he departed the craft, taxied to a hotel, showered and lay on one of the double beds. Satisfied by the situation and relieved of his assumed safety, he gazed wearily with half open eyes at a television that did not work so well. It had begun to rain. The grey snowy static and its noise, suddenly realized by Harold, filled him with a deep, dark depression. He was where he had been when he decided to do something about it. He was tired and closed his eyes completely to try to bring on the sleep that would be an only remedy to drown out his melancholy.

Three

 Just on the brink of a beginning dream, a hard tapping on his hotel door, numbered 113, viciously awoke Harold. In the midst of all his panic, bewilderment and fear of the hand that had made the noise Harold sprang off the bed knocking off a lamp beside it with his knee. Another knock sent the frantic Harold racing for the window in the bathroom in the back. He forced it open with some trouble and began the impossible task of squeezing though it. As he hoisted himself up on the toilet the door was violently flung agape. With one arm and a head jutting out into the cool ocean breeze, Harold was shot twice from behind, and falling back into the bathroom and slamming the back of his head into the hard-tiled wall, he was knocked unconscious.

When he awoke the next day in a hospital bed, he still felt the fear and panic of the night before but also a disabling pain. People in white came and went, caring for him as they saw fit. He was gradually improving. Soon he was out of bed and in a wheelchair. It was many days later that he discovered he was still at the beach and that he had not seen the sun once save for the first night in the hotel when he had his head out the bathroom window and he caught a glimpse of it rising in the rain. One day on a request he was wheeled outside on a concrete platform. He was pointed at the sea. He felt a cool wind on his face. The water was dark and turbulent, and the sky was grey and serene. As he gazed up at it, he smiled for the first time in a very long while.

Free write Twenty [2006 or 7, Ms. Roffol]

Along a dry creek bed in Missouri, ran a small brown fox. A dog bark sounded in the distant. Below two dead leaves, an ant poked out and crawled for all salvation. I ordered some chicken. For a while after dinner, I walked over across the street to Brett’s house. I knocked on the door and she let me in. At 11:14 at night, we finished the movie I brought. “I don’t think it’s weird.” she said. I looked around at the things in her bedroom. Her father looked stern and un-accepting to me, like I feared he would. I was excited to be there. I thought I would never have the courage to put myself in that position. At one quarter until twelve. I felt very sad. I wasn’t talking. Every silly little thing I wished I’d say seemed pointless to say, and I just thought about it and said nothing. I curled up into the night and cried.

In the morning, I hate my body and my mind. I went into the opposite bedroom and lay sideways on the top bunk bed. In a few seconds, I became restless and moved around and sat up. I saw a cat come in through the open doorway. Lawn one road. I sat up. beginning the latest intro i became one what with my body i felt like i did and any other way walking down the road and then the footsteps on the empty street we too loud for me to forget while the old hard shops and greyness of the quiet music sky clouds grey gory insane games and inciting a bull in a red vest beside the tree on the hill in the fields in spain crazy for being so fast in the winter wind blows my hair up to the top of the mountain in the snow for two minites is not long enough to be fire in the fire was so hot and uncomfortable in the dinner evening it was too slow to be said i cant talk and the wind was too strong to hear something important to me.

Another Computerised Journal. [typed sometime between 2008 and 2010]

I laugh when I think about the stupid things I have done. It seems, though, when I make a decision to do anything, I end up thinking it is stupid. Sometimes, though, I cringe at knowing that it was actually me, and I actually did and can never undo that stupid thing, like going to my senior prom and actually trying to dance to make a mockery of myself and everyone at my senior prom.

I was reminded of prom by reading the First Pages of John Green’s. of vlogbrothers on http://Youtube.com/, Paper Towns. Everyone can only write about his or her own life.

We only watch movies. They don’t help us understand life any more. We shouldn’t waste our time with these short meaningless movies. We should spend time with long detailed research projects. We should be like Noam Chomsky.

I got a call from the State Park yesterday. Last night in bed, I thought, Okay I have four full days to worry about what I am going to do wrong that will ruin my chances of having that job.

I have no practice. At anything. I can waste time very well. Like this. Typing this is fantastic waste of time.

Okay, so I’ll keep at it.

I am fed, clothed, sheltered, rested, and free of illness (perhaps), so what then? I can do whatever I want? I should help others into similar situations. I find that admirable but difficult. I can ponder existence if that is what I feel like doing. You can go help the needy if that is what you need to do. Is that what you want to do? It gives you pleasure, but not the same as watching a funny movie. Existentially rewarding it may be. Closer to the meaning of life it may bring you. Is that a place you want to be though? Yes, maybe.

Seeking immediate pleasure is a waste of time. Who has it figured out? What is this path of a life that is correct? It is more than just choosing this right path or this wrong path. There are no paths, just an infinite field. How can I say that people do more than just what they do with no reason or explanation?

It is hard only because you are you and you have to be you.

Okay, why not, I’ll let this explain anything.

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Multiples of 11

                niggas   are    real  


     I      shall    get     as    real      as      you     want     me     to        get



    we        fuck       up        real          good



    we         fuck         our          messs        is         so          real





can        you      hear       alll        the        c h u r n i n g          of          

the          waves            

the          noise        

the                pizza



             fuck                  alll                    buttt                  usss

Untitled [ First Class A Plus Plus Plus ]

Everything you say and do

Everything you think and are


That was a retarded request


Hair today and garden tomorrooww


What do you think about life?

Are you Jewish?

Old man in a straw hat bringing in the trash cans

I let the dogs out, and they ran to the edge of the yard barking at you


What will we be?

Have you died?


Bill Murray and Wes Anderson


I hope I can handle it


Will it be too much

Is it too much


I am listening to 3rd Planet by Modesto Mousu.


I recorded myself dancing in my underwear to Genius of Love by Tom Tom Club and Lisa by Don't Stop or We'll Die

I watched it back right after

It is upside down, but I set my phone down and angled it so I could watch it flipped


means nothing

it is what

it is


i am a part of this



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Now I am listening to Gravity Rides Everything ... Do



I do not have a problem



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Jeffrey Cox and I

Hey, it is crazy. I remember doing a weird skit or something with props in our destination imagination group. Silly weird good times... I've been doing all right I guess. Thanks for asking. How bout you?

13 hours ago

Alright you guess? What does that shit mean? What you up to these days?.

a few seconds ago

I work part time at the Austin Public Library, and I like to seek media that I hope will help me slightly better understand existence and meaning, and I like to write or type my thoughts out, and sometimes share them with others, such as right now. I get scared and anxious a lot about a lot of things, and I have been seeing a therapist twice a month for 6 years. I struggle with uniting my body and my soul, which I think is the real me.................................................................. So, that's kinda where I am at [: I am usually quite content, even if I am often overwhelmed. ...................... What do you do?

"C" Assignment Story

                            He used map colours to draw the forest. He stole through this forest, and when he came out to a field, he was wet, and he carried a flat-screen plasma Dell computer monitor. He smiled at the sun that was setting. A flying animal was flyin' at him from the northwest at a declining angle of 18 degrees. When it got near him, it turned and flew into the sun and burned black. When the bird went by, Timothe dropped his monitor, and it disappeared as it touched the grass that was leaning 78 degrees from the ground. Timothe exited the drawing, and when he sat back in a chair, he felt like a giant one thousand times bigger than a normal sized human. His clothes were black, and he thought of the flying animal all black after it flew into a sun. He almost cried, but he was too scared. A teacher was talking about a bathroom, and two children laughed. Timothe lowered his head onto the wood flat desk in front of him. A white cloud rose beneath him. Falling through it, he saw and felt a soft, green tree as his hair grew shorter and lighter. He felt like a a good boy, since a mushroom told him so. Soon though it was dirty and dark, and he has scared again but in a different way. He almost cried, because he did not want to die. He thought of his grandmother, who he thought was dead. He saw her in the darkness. She was gone after a moment, and Timothe saw dark yellow and orange spots in the darkness. He thought of Julia, who was a girl, who said, "I'm sorry," when she learned that his grandmother was dead. It made him sad to think of his grandmother all dead and in darkness for eternity, so he crawled out of a sideways hole and was not dirty. He thought of what grass feels like but could not remember exactly. Today he wished was over. Completing a round trip to collect water for people. If he helped like that, like he had seen in movies, he might not feel so useless. He ate and sat and breathed and got uncomfortable and strained and made pain for his muscle and bone. Carla worked at a bookstore and did not bother herself or waste her time with impossible dreams or fantastic wishes. She saw Timothe from behind the checkout counter at a bookstore, while she was working. Jane was his mother, and he followed her into the store and walked slowly around looking. Carla did not like his face, but she thought he was interesting, because he was weird. It was sunny outside, and some of the sunlight shined into the store. It was Friday, January 11, 18163. Timothe kicked the bottom of the door frame as he was leaving the bookstore after his mother. Carla glanced at him, and she thought he tripped. She almost laughed, and then her left eye felt dry. She rubbed it with her left hand. She had purple nail polish on. She looked down 41 degrees with her right eye at a book titled, "The Long Loss When We Watch the Summer Pass on Our Decks, Porches, or Patios." Ten feet outside the store, Timothe rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he noticed a long green leaf of a plant with his left eye. Julia was walking on the corner by a different kind of plant 12.352 meters to the northwest of Tim. She lifted her left foot with a Nike shoe on it. The reason she was there was because she was looking for her mother, who

Little Green Coke People

[ Read this in the voice of a sick coughing person ]

Oh, I forgot the wax over the... sun can, and I pulled out the crane from the sidewalk, and she said...

Uh, I'm not even here right now, so I built a straight bridge perpendicular to the ground right in the middle of the road.

It was 30 feet wide and 8,000 feet tall, and if you got in a car, you could use your legs and walk straight up the bridge, and when you got to the end, you would just dip down into some crystal clear water, crystal cool water, and the water would eat your legs off, and your little bony nubs right under your butt would walk along the little bright coral Legend of Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog beach front property, and two fish made of octopuses would attach to your bony thigh nubs, and you would be able to walk 3000% faster, and you would walk all the way to the store, where you could chop your left hand off and use it to buy a 67 ounce bottle of Green Coca-Cola, and you would unscrew the top, and the carbonation would melt your eyeballs, and so they would droop down off your face and also kinda freeze, or then they would become semi-solid and float and flap in front of your face like dog tongues, and then you could see 1700% better, and then you would pour the Green Coke.

You would stick the top of it in your bellybutton and drink it all through your bellybutton, and then your bellybutton would eat the bottle made of plastic, and then a little hole in your left side would open up, and a little factory would pop out and process the plastic and turn it into little people, who represent Lemmings from the video game of the same name, and they would be able to walk on the air and go anywhere, and they can create any type of matter, that does or doesn't currently exist, and they can replicate themselves, and so they can go anywhere, and they can get as small as they want to, but they can't get bigger than 6 inches tall and 2 inches wide, so they can go anywhere, though, and it only takes them 1 over X amount of time to get there, and they can turn their bodies - they start with little green bodies made of Coke plastic, but then they can turn themselves - they can produce anything real or imagined out of their bodies, and they do this about half their time, 50% of their time, exactly 50% of their time, and the other 50%, they're either resting or having social interactions for pleasure, and so that's basically what reality is for us, so, and these little green Coke people never die, and they never change, unless they want to, and they all waited in line to meet GOD HIMSELF, and they all grabbed onto the hairs of HIS long white beard, and they shake GOD'S hand 50 at a time.

50 of them shake GOD'S hand at one time, and GOD invites them back for some pasta salad and tuna fish, and then my legs grew back, but it felt like the blood inside was made of acid and lead, and so I just tacked them up to the sky, and all my insides spilled out of my mouth *burp*, and I just grabbed onto two birds, who were passing by on their way to The Watering Hole, which is the name of a night club on top of OPRAH'S mansion, and I just grabbed onto their tail feathers, and I was ripped away and just floating, and each bird weighed about 1.1 pound, I mean, each bird weighed .1 pound, and I weighed .11 pounds, and my clothes all turned brown, very pale brown and became tatters, and my penis and I became about 3 feet long, and my penis was also 3 feet long, and I began to cry purple bubbly tears, and it landed on top of all the houses and everyone's yards and all the buildings everywhere and on all the land and the roads, and the bubbles popped up into everyone's faces, and there were these clear gases that were released all over the place, and it made everyone feel like they had just kissed someone, and they smiled and kinda laughed, because they knew they hadn't, but

it still felt like they had just woken up, and they all gave each other high fives and tapped each other on the butt and then just all held hands and walked in unison to the next thing they had to do today.

Goodbye

To Live and Die and L.A. and Summer Sun at Conception and November and Colors and Awake and Eat

...

Am I obsessive or compulsive or disordered?

"slitely bored and severely confused"

or just scared for no reason? [readon] Not thinking

Wrong thinking %%^)&T^-+*-/-&^E#*+D:+

Her hands. Whole Eye

Sexual, Interpregnate. I was conceived

March 1989. I got my Period in 1999.

I laid with a woman in 19-2000-10.

I had 3 Friedeggs and 2quarts of OrangeJuice

mixed with Vanilla Almund Milk.

I laid the Sunday Paper out on the Patio Floor.

I extracted My Mother and Father From me.


I was 25. I had 34 years left. I had no idea.

I married a BLACK woman with 14 children;

she was 42, born in '42.

She made bananas Professionally.

TheyallwereYell OW excepttheGreen+Brownones.

Her children's names were = Kat, What, Blue,

Forbes, Queet, White, Es, Sevent, Q, Weep,

Quiet, Ship, Quit, Geoff, and That's it.

The Cock has sex wiff all of Them.

They are Ants, and they gave me warts and E Coli.

I ate cakes. 7 of my kids left Earth for other Planets.

I Printed 80 million Pages of my Personal Journal.

I ate 4 billion Planets. I lost my head 8 times,

got new heads, more than 1 or 2, or 3 at once.

I mapped the ocean floor from a bacterium's Perspective.

I ate 101 billion galaxies and multiverses.

Everything SEEMS meaningless.

I do not want to BE anything.

I just want to enjoy some things.


I GIVE A TALL GLASS OF FRESH CLEAN DRINKING WATER TO EVERYONE EVERY TWO HOURS.

EVERY BEING THAT NEEDS TO DRINK WATER TO LIVE ANYWHERE ANYWHEN. I AM the provider.

You will find the perfect solution of this information to help us make the best thing.    Nobody's I.

I'm a huge favor from the start with a lot of work that we are still interested in learning.

The only one who can be a good idea to do is the one who has the same way to go through the end.

A Silly Story That Makes Sense

                  Geral was born in hospital when his mother was 33 years and 7 months old. As she held him in her arms, his father walked out of the room, and she never saw him again. She was in such a stupor, that she forgot the 'd' that she meant to be at the end of her son's name. Originality became her new lifestyle after she decided to raise a son named Geral. She quit her elementary school teaching job and started her own business of growing potted plants and shaping them to look like people with green bushy heads.
                   Geral was home schooled, and when he was six years old, his mom had a girl, who she named Aria. Aria learned to make Geral her sole source of entertainment, companionship, and survival. The three traveled always and mainly lived in hotels with ground floor lounge bars. Aria's favorite food were pickles, and Geral's were pretzels.
                  When Geral was 12, a woman named Cady saw him and Aria walking down a big city sidewalk, looking for their lunch. She decided to take full responsibility for their lives, while their mother was pawning treasures that she picked out of dump sites along the highway. Cady asked the kids questions and led them to some government agencies, promising them safety and good things. At the end of the day, they were driven to a large new house on the edge of a town called Cottleville. They wore new clothes and laid in new beds. There was a closet full of new, unopened games and toys. There was a pantry and a refrigerator full of every kind of food except pretzels and pickles... The air in the house was colder than they were comfortable with, so they protected themselves with layers of clothes. Cady and her husband were settled in the first floor of the cavernous building, far away enough for Geral and Aria to ignore as they roamed the rooms of white. They had been content, but within two days, became infinitely bored and began to miss their mother.
                  She didn't think of her children until the sun set on the desert horizon, when she realized she hadn't eaten dinner with them and didn't even know where they were. She peeked around their temporary lodging and asked the clerk, but nothing... 'Those brats,' she thought, 'Is this their idea of a joke?' She watched talk shows on the hotel TV and smoked on the bed, until she fell asleep. Her empty head and disconnection from reality were a result of the culmination of everything she had been through, and she wasn't done yet. She woke at dawn. She sat up on the silky, warm bedding, glaring at the dim yellow glow behind the thick curtains. She thought of the kids and said, "God damn..." She walked the streets all day, visiting the places she imagined they would go, calling out their names. An older woman, witnessing her in need, offered her help. "No," their mom said, more embarrassed than concerned. She missed them, realized how much she loved them, then loved them more. Night fell and she found herself in front of a calm blinking police station, staring at it intently, elusive plans slipping through her mind grasp. Slowly, she made her way to her quiet room and rested her head.

                     Aria and Geral rode quietly in the back of a roomy, deep blue SUV, playing with each other's hands, as Cady drove them to their new schools, talking cheerfully to no one about their happy futures. They glid past ranches and fields, bright gold under a powerful sun. Aria went into the administration office with Cady and Geral and waited while he was enrolled. The damage came when Geral was commanded to stay, and Cady led Aria away. "You're going to your own school with nice kids just like you!"
"Errrrrr-Aah! Nnnnnnnhhe!" Aria pleaded and pulled. Geral's face tensed, and he tried not to cry.
                  Geral calmed as he acquainted himself with the classroom. His eyes were caught by a girl sitting in the back row. She had long straight black hair. 'Lucy' was written on her name card in bold black marker. She seemed to have a supernatural quality, distinct from from her surroundings and classmates. Geral was the last student to enter, so he sat in the front row. Lucy paid fervent attention to the lesson, while Geral divided his between the teacher and everything else.
                They walked together after school to Lucy's bus stop. Neither could think of something good enough to say to the other. They were silent. Geral hung around and waited with her, but this made her uncomfortable, and he left after a few minutes of ground-staring. Her bus would take her home to Rose Hill, and he was to return to Mist Vale.
               Geral arrived at Aria's school, and she ran at full speed to embrace him, then empty her thoughts onto him. She told him every detail of her day. She said it made her feel like the baking ham she had watched through a round-cornered rectangular window in the oven at their grandmother's house. Or maybe like one of those mythical pigs stuck through with a skewer, eating an apple, rotating slowing behind a butchery window. Anyway, she was happy now to be hanging on Geral's arm again. Although, she uneasily sensed something had happened to him at school and he was distracted. They had missed their buses on purpose and trekked toward the place where they slept in the opposite of a hurry.
               Aria always kicked off her shoes before stepping on the white-tan carpet, not out of cleanliness or respect for her guardians' rule, but because she liked the feel of the bristly fibers between her toes. Geral usually stomped right on in remaining defiantly shod. Sometimes he kept his sneakers on until wanted to put his feet up on his bed. Wearing shoes in this house felt right to him, since baring his feet would contradict the fact that he felt uncomfortable and not the least bit at home.

The End

to be continued . . . .






                 

Weepers over Heavy Times

It's

Alarming that my options are always shrinking, even just in relation to the time that passes.

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   Two-Bitch straddles a Dutch door an' hollas in at Siggy, "I'm a goin' git some fried crawfish, hon'! Yawn't any?!" She swings out on the door. "He-haw! Ride 'em --OH!" The hinges burst an' 2-Bitch falls flat on huh bulbous front. "Aww, shit!"
It's all dusky out, air littuhed with lightnin' flies. Siggy trots out to the pitiful scene. "Damn, Toob... I love you like Hell, but... you suck, cuz you so stupid like that!"
"Shut up, I know!" Toob rolls ova an' sighs.
 "Well, le's get dem crawf--" Sig starts to say, buhfore *Fart!* Toob lets a stink bomb loose.
"A'ight, I'm gone!" Sig hops off the porch an' shuffles away.
"He-haww-hee-haw!" Toob has no shame and less dignity. Sig's at the gate by the travel trail, Two-Bitch shouts, "Oo, gimme some hushy pups too!!"

                    The weepers loom over Siggy, as she strolls to Mr. Luther's Chow House. The dark times weigh heavy an' sneaky demon-wisps swoop 'tween the brambles over the path of raw earth. Indigo-violet tears plop outta Siggy's eye slits an' tumble along her rouged green face. On she marches full of regret an' misplaced heroism.

                   Toob crawls into the life-room and squirms under the Pit. Right away she's sopping like a pig if they sweated. She grabs an armful of coals orange an' hot as young stars. The rogue black whisper, that Toob hides under the back of her wig, keeps harm at bay. She's not as stupid as she lets on. She never planned to go to Luth's for craws tonight. There's a pa'tic'lar heavy Deem comin' down on Poss Bore Hill soon... an' if 2-Bitch does right -er, wrong, rather- then all them Life-deporters are in for a rude s'prise.

                 "Hee-haww!" She swallows dem-orb after dem-orb till her deep rosy belly bulges with sinister gluttonous glee. "Shit's goin' down an' at las' lil Tooby's gone be up top!! Hawww."

                    Siggy gets real serious worry, when jus' as Luth's House pops in view, she sees the moon high an' glowin' a pale-blood color; stranger still it shimmers an' shakes like a fire bug in a jam jar, who unexpectedly flies away.

hi how are oyu


my name is greg


i am a computer too


i love frogs and dear boys



i am not in eleven movies of the remembrance of the offering to American Peoples of the hort



I just make sense and everything is good and cool and nice and dadjijiejmnfoew


Here I am


Dear Tim, how is the baby?

Is eleven Years too many Of Years?????

I have four Women who Are my Wife Now and Every Day and Every Night untill we are all Dead and Gone Foever, Ya hear and make it all right and Make peace with the Indian   tribbles



I want to draw something.

I took a walk. I walked and looked and heard and breathed and thought.

I saw a guy walking near me, other side of the street, 1st street.

I read of Looked at some of the comics in The Frank Book just before going out.

It is real crazy amazing stuff... I dunno....


I thought, the most imprtant thing is Facial Expressions.... How do we know anything?... Why does

anything mean anything?....




I drew some symbols and images on the notepad out on the counter in our apartment. 14 symbols and

 drawings.


Pat and Bridget are there, I spoke very little.


Numbers.....

 Make sense of our lives and our worlds.


I breathed and counted. in spanish and english and french

I listen to NPR in my car most often lately.

Canadian show I heard. Q.

Singer, Legend. Beloved. Children. Beauty.


Music is mysterious. Beauty is mysterious. People with faces and voices and hands playing instruments.


I have been alive. I am alove. I will be alive.


I lived I live I will live




Here I go, It too cold in here, business center..............


I am done. I want to draw now. I love you, I need to eat and sleep, but you know whatever, I do everything, I stay awake.... I am a beer and bear I am a god and love


Bye bye, hone shirt

I watched Blue Gold: World Water Wars.


I am listening to the album Popular Problems by Leonard Cohen.

it is his birthday, he's 81


I listened to Acapulco for the 2nd time, while i walked in the hood

i like it a lot


i am about to play tennis with DJ

i think it will be pretty weird

i like him a lot

it would be cool to get to know him

i think he is about 59 or so...


I am in the Arts at Turrtle creek business center


i like anagrams


i called Stacy and left a message in which i talked about myself and her and suicide and my violent difficult thoughts

I am eager to see her again.

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Homophobia

Fear of:

walking down the street and smiling and waving at a man across the street walking two dogs in the opposite direction, because maybe he'll think I want to have sex with him

thinking of each other naked and touching each other softly

thinking of not competing against each other or fighting for a better life than the other guy, better food, better mate, better children

thinking of truly and deeply loving each other, as if we are family, because we are, common ancestor, at least living thinking beings entwined in a society

wanting the other to be as happy as he can be, in all aspects of life, including being sexually happy

thinking of all conflict being elegantly, gracefully resolved and having to reflect upon our existence and our meaning, solving deeper and deeper problem, more and more complex, greater and greater understanding, closer and closer to oneness and perfection



What is my responsibility, my obligation, my reward, my conscience, my desire?

DC Dog Fire Cloud

I and my fellow delegates lounge in the spacious gazebo sipping dark red wine. We look out across the pristine green lawn at the moderately populated boardwalk and the clear rippling river. An enormous red, white, and blue papery pinwheel blocks a third of the sky. The piano man plays reserved classical tunes that blend with Louis Armstrong's crooning coming from a nearby phonograph. We mumble locally-known names and chuckle weakly. The sun sets slowly...

A grinning dog on fire ambles and hops onto the lawn, screaming much like a man in unbelievable pain. The canine stalls and falls, yelling mercilessly, consumed by monstrous flames that set the grass alight. Fire tears towards the river and gazebo, the dusk splashed by orange. We continue to imbibe and quietly converse.
I rise upwards, lifted by my shoulders. I bid my compatriots adieu. They are disinterested. I drift through the ceiling and roof in a ghostly fashion. 83 meters above and to the east is a miserly cloud with white arms reaching for me, pulling me along for a ride. Mr. Cloud moans and sobs with disdain and contempt. We float away, I a few meters under his curled fingers, blissfully aware of my inexorable exit from this arcane temporary stage.

I took a little walk, it is now 126 am.


I am listening to Summercamp Vs. the Fake Moustache Tree, again now, 2nd time tonight, it is why I went outside.


TV Scientist.


I thought this sometome in high school:

maybe the main reason People do suicide is because

there is too much to think about and too much time to think about it all




it is 130. I love myself.



I don't worry about people judging me.


I love and accept everyone.


I know this, I know better, I want better, I want  ... to type myself... Un-typical  


What else?   Is   there?    Problems?       I worry sometines,   that   my    Anxiety    Panic     and     Paranoia    may      kill    me     thru      a    heartattack        or       an       aneurysm



Psychotic.......     what    do    drugs    do?       I just    thought     I      need     to      meditate       often,      I     need    and want      to       notice        more       and       pay      attention        and        be         better

G ... don't kill me yet. Please, that's an order, ya son of a bastard, goddamnot ...

I've got the power

I've got the control

I reseev the love

Grace

Mercy

Grace

Mercy

You are you

I am me

You are you

I am me

Cycle 1 has begun again

Learn to smile like Sofie..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferent

*music symbol* Street Hassle - Lou Reed, Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem, Having an Average Weekend - Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, Woody Guthrie, The Goldcast Singers


I tip my hat to a stranger, evn tho I'm not wearin' a hat
I tip my hat to the sun, evn tho it's not the only one

I take my head off when I go outside, so that I feel like I'm already home
I tip my hat to a stranger
We know we're not the only one

Stavros Pourlidas 1 month ago

Woody teaches us with his songs how  a Free man should live  this fleeting life cheerful and with some meaning and when the time of departure comes to have an easy clear peaceful conscience  LOVE

Moonset

Everyday science experiments by every living person

Data collection, tables and charts

Hypotheses, analysis and conclusions

Lulululeileila

Lulululeileila got fired when xhe fired up the grill.
Grand entrance.
Glad to make your acquaintance.
My name is Lulululeileila Xo!, pronounced 'loo loo loo lay lay luh zo!'. The exclamation mark must be included. 'Xhe' can be pronounced, 'zay' or 'je' like in French. It means that I am not identified as either male or female, and my sex or gender, or lack of thereof, or any physical or grammatical identifier, is not yours to know or label, and vice versa.
I know I am just a character created by Gregory Wredberg, who was lying on a bed propped up by two pillows tapping (approximately) this on a smartphone at 12:02 a.m., but then "Unfortunately S Memo [...] stopped running," and now he is typing most of this from memory in the apartment complex business center at 12:23 a.m. *clicks Save*
I suppose I am more than just these words on a screen. I would give you some of my back story, but I ain't got one. Part of my name might remind you of Layla, like The Kinks song. My 3rd person pronoun being 'xhe', I find that comparison apt.
I suppose I can read Gregory's thoughts, and he can read (or write) mine. I suppose my thoughts might be included in his. At least we share some of our thoughts, and now so do you. These might not just be thoughts that he/we give to you; these thoughts are totally your own, because you can read and understand our English, can'tchoo?  ":}{:"Can'tchoo if I can, can'tchoo if I cain't."{"?:}:{

Is all uv it over --Every real person-- ?


... Anyway, I've got 16 siblings you don't know. My 2nd house was light blue. My first house is orange tan. I lived an cocker beagle. At 14 years old, I was the head of my body, and I completed and storied in 1500 words. On my way, at perilous paces, toward 15,000 words, in time. I never had a life. It was not too hard, all the reeling and writhing for naught, to accentuate and articulate and formulate and actualize my verbiage conundrum.


The End

.... Or Did They!!!!!... !. The End. Period. Period "   "   {{{description of something that is not there}}}



Bye

Talk to you later,
Love, Greg

Look!

Cool!


Time for Dinner. Open your Shit. Call Arnold Leonard, a hundred percent. Cut the breast section into 2/3rds and a half, and separate the fatty meats into one two gallon stainless steel container...


Cull radio.


I remember doing stufff.....................................  studip tears


Drinking grow.


Spa car, spot clean, spit shine, Toledo rhyming billboard sign, car fax car fox.. Fuck, the Blue Ox


Pay per Median Operator.


Paper View.


I am a typist.


We are apes.


Brain meaning.


Super Purpose.


Lead to tallest buildings on small days and crunched nights, slip lip slipper, growing supper, ten years, down drift

Airy Gato

Mexican Flavor, wind feels good, warm summer, everything is done, I have lived, I made this up, Look at what we have accomplished, Look how good it is, it is not good enough, we are not done and never will be, happy?, I look like uncle and smell farm animals, piss semen sweat tears, sweet bread, I died, we are happy and nappy and Christ and Jewish and Blue and Grey and Red. I am well read, I am read across the globe and across the generations, insane time, water aerobics, loose change, Starbucks, Acrobat, Adobe houses and huts (Hutz) and butts and Liver, Goose, Friday, Bean, Grab, Snatch. Grump, Quip, Stump, Wipe, Gripe, Grip, Woander, quit

Not Tame, But Tired

Tacodrop Meow Humanperson

go away spend some time with me

spraycalm

Are you just, are you just? Areyoujust areyoujust

I had a great dream: Serial swindler, IRS steals money. Big house. Wires, communication, network, conspiracy, ingenuity, exploitation, execution, unashamed. Evil.

loosing my mine, ah ah ahah
waay beehind, ah ah ahah
aint gahh tiime, ah ah ahah
end of the liine, ah ah ahah

Ursula, the Pink Hitch-hiking Ukulele from Barcelona

You're so solemn and devout and divine, you spit the spout through the Earth and out to a better time. I sit on the edge of the land where I was born, dangling my toes. I cannot get closer to death before I reach my close. Now is finally the time to do the math and figure out why I was born. A casual observer of life from afar, to get a better view I travel till I'm lost inside. Aida & Berta & Ursula say thank you for the ride.

At a 3rd hand store on a white steel shelf I lay. I am without family. I have always gone to and to... I am not from. My forward is the kept of the unknown buyer. They, A & B, have being one as now. I was played gently then meanfully. The meanness I was made to break through, and crisis a want to begin.

All the black straight hair I am confused. Laughing young ladies to be sure are perfecting las solas after grunge washes the mediocrity y technofobia into besos eternos.

Life.

Weirda. Come sweely cool child raising the Sun.

I have a happy box. My coat is shiny, raw, and beautiful like a healthy black leopard's tongue.

"How can you hang with our reasonable speeds?"

The music that I tell is a mystery to me.

Where We Go, What We Do, What We See, How We Feel

Eating blueberry ice cream crepes in a casino in Las Vegas

Shitting jalepeno seeds on a cruise ship on the Caribbean

My tummy turns over like a lightning bolt at the speed of sound

The blood in her head looks great on her dress, but I don't say a word
and I don't say a word

Ants on the asphalt boil like gold in your teenager's throat

We, who afford the luxury, we inherit the world and its money

You know what gets my goat, a tower of perfectly balanced oranges
and a man too young to know he's old

Quirky and the Elephant’s Brigade!

Quirky and the Elephant’s 

Brigade!

In the time when dinosaurs roamed the land, there lived a bright, shiny puppy named Gregory. He frolicked all day and night without a care in the world. Some days when a mean dinosaur approached him looking for trouble, Gregory growled his mightiest growl, and the dinosaur would quickly gallop away. Gregory slept in a small cave near a big rock, called Enchanted Rock. When Gregory awoke with the sunrise each morning, he would race out of his cave and climb Enchanted Rock all the way to the top. He stood there proudly for a moment and stared at the Valley of Boulders, which was the area from the Mystic Mountains to the Sparkling Lake. When he came down from the rock he pounced in the bushes looking for a big, tasty bug for breakfast. When the sun was high in the sky, Gregory lay on the warm ground of the valley and slept. He jumped into the Sparkling Lake often and swam in circles near the shore. It was a very large lake and Gregory had never seen the other side. Gregory returned to the top of Enchanted Rock and watched the sun set behind the Mystic Mountains. Gregory dreamed of traveling over the mountains and finding the place where the sun went at night. Gregory didn’t know why the sun had to leave every night, but he forgave it since it returned every morning.

One cold morning Gregory woke before dawn. It was just light enough to see in his cave. He stared across the land at the grey sky. He kicked around a rock with his front paw. It was quiet. He could hear the wind whistle through his cave. He lay still and slept more. He woke up again to his growling stomach. He walked out and saw two big tyrannosauri walking towards each other. When they met, they began to fight. It was very violent, and the dinosaurs looked angry, like they wanted to kill each other. Their fight came towards Gregory, and he leaped into a bush for protection. One of the dinosaurs smashed the other into Gregory’s cave and destroyed it. Gregory jumped from his bush and barked at the remaining dinosaur. It stood still for a moment then headed to the Valley of Boulders. Gregory followed still barking angrily. Once in the valley, the dinosaur ran faster than Gregory could follow, and Gregory quit barking. All over the valley the dinosaurs were fighting each other. Gregory was scared. He ran into the Sparkling Lake and swam for miles. When he could not swim anymore, he drowned to death.

A second later, a meteor struck the earth, and all of the dinosaurs died. Ten million years later, I sat at a table with John, Jacob, Mary, and Susan. They spit in my face, and I peed my pants and cried. I had my backpack on as I walked on the brown, crunchy leaves going home. My name was Jeremy. I was 72 years old. That was sixty years after now anyway. I was also twelve. Now was 9:37 p.m. February 17, 2004. I wished I hadn’t said that. I wished I had said something. I swept the road at night. Then after making me wait a while, Jerry moved and said something. I thought he was incompetent, but I admired him. We walked along the empty street at night, in that nice, quiet, small town in Northern Virginia. There were lights on each side of the street, and peaceful, welcoming houses. Jerry mentioned something about Gregory and a puppy, but I wasn’t listening. I was thinking about a girl... I didn’t know what to say to make it special. I wondered what I should have said. I wanted to tell her about Harble and his office building at sunrise. Why would she care though? Only I think it means something. It doesn’t mean anything. I wanted to meet Harble. I wanted to be Harble.

Sight of You

I have no gun under my hat on my head
I tip it up at you so you know what I know
We do what we do
We hope we make it through

You drove on the street
I walked on the sidewalk
I want you to see how gay I can be
I get overjoyed at the sight of you

I need to tell you
Like I need to tell you

I need to tell you
Love I need to tell you

I love to tell you

Walking

All I want is honesty.

Hi. I am in the business center at my apartments. I got out of bed about 20 minutes ago.

About 9 last night I took a walk around my hood. I listened to They Might Be Giants Rdio. I was bursting with energy. I speed walked. I started to wave and say Hi or Hello to every passing car. I passed a guy sitting at a bustop. I said Good Evening in a low voice. I did not detect a response. It is too cold in here.

I tried to walk funnily, to put on a show for the people driving by. I gave some thumbs up. skipped for under a minute, till I was too tired to. I wondered if I was totally altering my personality for good. I had fun. The exercise was good for me. I felt like I was high on something. Just my own body and mind and life.

I listened to music really loud after I was back in the apartment. I turned off the AC and opened the balcony door. Ween and Pixies and Neutral Milk Hotel. I said loudly, Saturday night, and, I have chairs, wondering if someone could hear me.

I thought of myself as having a one-person party.

Pat and Bridget arrived shortly after.

Within ten minutes he asked if I wanted to play a game. I reacted negatively then said Yes.

We played Small World, and I did poorly. Pat beat Bridget by 5.

I got tired. Pat ordered Papa John's. I ate 2 or 3 slices.

He got root beer. I like root beer, but I don't want to kill myself any further with soda.

A few weeks or months ago, we had some cream soda, and a few times I put some in my mouth to taste it, then I spit it out.


About 1 am, I went for a walk with my phone and ear buds.

I walked east on the north side of Stassney. I was a little scared of violent homeless people and crazed youths. I did not notice any.

I passed two daycares.

I walked slowly. I had my arms crossed for a long time. I wanted to look hungry and pitiful. Or maybe I just was.





The moon was about 75%.

I looked at it every SO often.

I turned right on Congress. I like the large undeveloped area. The moon and trees and clouds were beautiful. I felt weird. I felt that everything was empty and meaningless. I thought that Meaning means nothing. I walked by an open taco truck. Two people sat at a picnic table talking. I thought of asking for food for free, politely begging. I thought, Yo soy nada. Tengo nada. Then I wondered how to say I feel nothing in Spanish.



I began to walk with arms behind my back and more energy. I turned right on Eberhart. I played Igorrr's Nostril on Youtube.com and listened with ear buds in my ears.

I liked it a lot. I thought of Aaron and if he would like it. I laughed a little.

My attention to and and enthusiasm for the music waned. In front of the Arts was a man and a truck and a dog. I looked at the light colored dog and said Pretty dog. I passed the man seconds later, looked at him, and said Good Evening. He said something quietly. He was shorter, older, and had a little dark mustache.


I got back about 3:30 am.


I listened to ASMR a little. I fell asleep...


Goodbye for now

always ben and will

I know how to always be a quark's flavor.
I am the best at being eternity's forever!
My name is Ben.
I work in a car.
ym dneirf si lliW.
We play with thin wheat bread and white cow cheese.
I love my self.
I am happy almost every morning; my two shiny fully functional human hands appear before my two fully functional beautiful eyes.
Before yesterday and after tomorrow.
Three Days Will never die for you.
It happened again.
I Will pop the universal red balloon skin.
Inside the balloon is not the balloon.
Candy fun party colors apricot pit penis saliva.
Goose pimples Ben's arm, every day to work and forward. My car is a Pathfinder. It's eleven hundred years old. My Star burnt out. Ben change it out with two fingers. Two friends have lists to read out loud to each other. Light is fake.
Lake fight. Flight lake. Light flake.
Charles choose me. Will fell; Ben did not slow or look back. I give you my secret.
A flow below, we uncovered.
Charles Beckett chuckle the floor and a half years, but she hides the same man, and I will be a great place for a smiling face. I have been getting Monday night and day out of town for work and play with the help of my favorite part of the most passionate you.
Will live for ever.
Urgent Heidi's itch neurobiology.