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thesis:

most likely you can be smoking weed with dave jimenez any day of the week
in this town. but this bastion of indie rock psychedelic noodling will only
happen once, since university whiners only intend to move, have several last
shows, get elected, pass laws, make faux apology for attempted suppression,
select good and bad, tell us to what you don't listen, blow your silly topics,
dismiss theirs, claim higher ground, blame someone else, switch premise
in midstream for slight of head. fuck my shrink, i beat. punx, go your
separate ways afore constructing yet more crematoria. today good rock,
tomorrow oil company, next week assembly seat. wayne taylor, you, aint. merge
has a new web site up, anyway, it hangs under explorer, a prerequisite for
any website. some guy just charged me $400 that i don't have. depressing. i
have a hard enough time dealing with stupid thoughts. i woke today to the
sound of breaking wind. then i was working on stupid thoughts. now i have
stupid thoughts. perhaps we are talking about the kaiser. nobody realized how
great he was until he'd laid a continent to waste, with lotsa help from
those too modest and decent, good at specification, you're welcome. black
mountain aristocrats, hook me up with some faux-info, initiate me into your
drum circle, this is a strange-looking gathering. stop clogging, this is a
group dedicated to irrelevances, honest, i did check. where were you on
progday, clutching at straws?

1. sponge with a small amount of dry-cleaning solvent. blot. (use small
amounts to prevent any possible damage to sizings, backings, or stuffing
materials. do not use gasoline, lighter fluid, or carbon tetrachloride).
2.  mix one teaspoon of a neutral detergent (a mild detergent containing
no alkalies or bleaches) with a cup of luke-warm water. blot.
3. sponge with clear water. blot.

first cum blowjobs, then cums anal sex, and when you're sticking your
hands out for $10 a day, slacking off like the bourgeoisie in a shitty van,
it doesn't make much difference whether you're dicking over any label,
you've already pushed me like hell, to my detriment, some would argue.
just another name for whatever you are eating. speaking of shows, i have
been present at the last several years of their existence. of course,
one could think just any were the coolest. i feel bad about that, inasmuch
as i might become a target. so the archers have intentions, appearances?
the 'answer' is 'really' as stupid thing as any other. you might or not worry
about it.

apparently, the stupidest thing i have read in a long time worries me:

>good rock = good rock, bad rock = bad rock. am i not correct?

gollding me if you are not representing correctness, sir.

i want to not have a day job and eat, too. so what? that's a stupid thing
to ask others to pay for. everything is a fucking sellout, economic to the
bone. makes it ok? depends on your subcanon, good, bad, if i listen to
correctness. because some are 'bad' in an aestheto-moralism, the converse is,
what 'ok'? neinkorn. evil is monopolaric and everything is a bad aesthetic.
life is blah, drink it up, grandstand. better? worse? ha!

preference to a phrase is editing. average intelligence and reasonable
inference contract to any conclusion. that anything has a criterion for
membership is all damning. your tendencies are afaced, authors. my efforts
are as always, effort and less. a silly topic, i'd wager, is any to call
the scene focus on upon one's sacred cows.

frag el rock, the video, no wood.

alla dese here subcanons, huh?, attest.two.acclaims: the universality of
fools (vote on it) and the antiquity of fools (check it out whenyur 40 or
whatever, pal eface). i cannot say more.

three times.

i cannot say mo.

fo yo love.

antithesis:

a soft whore sucks to the day and every. pilot lights tomorrow. in antispect
my transmission to dissemble itself anyday, now. this retrospect to paying the
equine valence of rent fo' times over this one month, here, before there,
securing this, depositing that. only after motors, heads, and distributable
charges melt last surviving mo he cans. and she worries if this is a continuing
problem to the extent she is confused, unable to say, will never throw another
party again, but i'm a jerk if i don't say. well, only if history is future.
i'm sorry i took a vacation and spoiling us has become a burden. i was to know.

talk shows were a silly topic this weekend. the only movie i saw was about
the holocaust and that's as it prolly should be. ross said more words than
ever before. every bottle of wine was comfy, jugs of courage having been
drained. freakin adbusters, nearly six bucks to be lectured on -national-
buy nothing day, a reference to a website from faux-luddites. bet you think
this is an idiotic 'target'. i sure do. i don't exercise enough, anymore,
and filet mignon flavored pizza burritos gave me indigestion, just like a
cheesey fire. me, i'm a vegetarian in bed while the party swings at hanks.
someone who doesn't know me thinks he does. whassup wit dat? i am my dad,
i'l never understand him, and i'm expected to be him. the yard is all
catnip and wild onions. i don't know what to do with all these walnuts.
all the clothes fall to the floor when the closet rod collapses. cigarettes
suck out loud, almost as much as faux anti-smoking chic and will to power.
buy the beach condo, dad, if it makes mom happy, you'll double your money
until the next storm, i shouldn't be riding in the lead jeep when private
bob trails behind, recliners in toe. in toe. all these scales repeat the
refrain, refoe.

n colon.

incoming.

all this and more.

less and more because she.smiles.so. and sez i'm human, despite you. i hope
for lasting and don't have the foggiest which is in sf.

i'm sure you understand.

my number, up, is,

3.2.3