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Cheese

 

Cheese

 

Just gotta bye bye bowlington day the cigarette stew bowl the smash tray th’ain’t bin emptied & now the end is nigh & so I face the final curtain this thing writes itself said Homer Simpson so in the break down or up we produced 2 pups & I miss them today my birthday cuddlies Pepper Rhonda however with my ex wife’s turn to care I get to go to late 19th century Paris we’ll see la mer anyway I’m hungry & one spoils oneself on one’s birthday I’m in a happy mood even a little rude not impolite horny to Bloody Mary or not or maybe Bendigo for risotto can I be bothered driving & talk to the guy at the University who thinks I’m crazier than I am yunno these days you meet people who’ve taken mental health training courses & treat any unusual behaviour like first aid & you see them monitoring you the thing I just don’t get is how fucking boring most people are of interest only to scientists I mean where’s their wildness are they really going to die having only worked in mundane jobs watched tv & talked about conventional things I mean we’re made of the same stuff volcanoes are made off which to say energy it’s depressing being surrounded by dullards I think why aren’t people having orgies on the street or pouring out ecstatic poetry or wailing like banshees it’s so dull it’s mad like slow suffocation like neurosis or just mere suppression & not know anything else exists. Cheese.

 

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