AutoMobilesAutoMaticPeopleAutoMotivesAutoMaticReceptorsREVOLTREVOLTREVOLT. Accept.
For it hath commeth forth to thine attention brought doubtly to thy mind: All things broad and broad feel no slim-slims.
I have been discouaged by the swarms of boys- both young and old, who set themselves upon their comfort chairs to sturdily grasp their chin in a pondorous effort to wonder why and how they lost their wallet. Does everyone have to lose at least one wallet, key ring, purse, bus pass, first love before they get it?
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Further more, don't count your eggs before they hatch. Further on more, don't eat eggs if you are deathly allergic and wish to keep living. It's all simple really. Just follow the white lines and don't cross until they become dotted. Before you know it, you'll find yourself set up keenly with just one spouse, multiple offspring, a reclining chair, a subscription to a magazine of interest, a pension bulding up in your invisble theoretical bank account that is actually just a sequence of ones and zeros underneath dirty fingernails and green boards with silver metallic receptors. None of it matter, money is paper and copper and could burn and be destroyed in the wink of one eye, oh but you have two! Mind if you'd care to wink both? Thanks, thanks, I'll setlle the paperwork in the morning.. oh! but not tomorrow morning, I'll have to fly, there's the place and the person and the event, the event, the event, that's been waiting for days. Tonight, then, when the kids are asleep. Don't be too loud, I've been up all week with 71029- he's got his molars coming in. In? IN? Fucking ludicrous bitch! I told you to never utter such inconviences to me ever EVER again! You make me want to fucking choke you to death! Fuck it! Might as well! Good night! A thousand times good night. Don't quote that shit to me, I'm fucking raging, can't you see these veins bulging in my neck? I see yours, your screaming! You're blasting air through your woodwind instrument, and I am just looking at your little breasts rising and falling on your compacted rib cage. What I wouldn't give for some pork on my eyelids, weighing down the consiquences of quenching my replenishable thirst. Let's take photos instead! ZOOM! Did you try the zoom lanes, honey? ZOOOMMM!!!"
You'll never get me alive. I hope to one day tell you how much I love you without sounding like a mindless drone conscripting to endless romantic outdated images. It never matters. Never. Isn't that reassuring? You matter, oh sure, you matter the world to me, but it doesn't. It couldn't. It might not even exist. Outside yourself? Into myself? I can charge you admission, but nothing like illusions of exchange rate money or eternity. Like freedom? Like free doom? Like paper mache sticking to tongues that only want to escape the Carlsbad Caverns, I'll let you be free. Through this life, into the next, I'll let you.
I have been discouaged by the swarms of boys- both young and old, who set themselves upon their comfort chairs to sturdily grasp their chin in a pondorous effort to wonder why and how they lost their wallet. Does everyone have to lose at least one wallet, key ring, purse, bus pass, first love before they get it?
"Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Further more, don't count your eggs before they hatch. Further on more, don't eat eggs if you are deathly allergic and wish to keep living. It's all simple really. Just follow the white lines and don't cross until they become dotted. Before you know it, you'll find yourself set up keenly with just one spouse, multiple offspring, a reclining chair, a subscription to a magazine of interest, a pension bulding up in your invisble theoretical bank account that is actually just a sequence of ones and zeros underneath dirty fingernails and green boards with silver metallic receptors. None of it matter, money is paper and copper and could burn and be destroyed in the wink of one eye, oh but you have two! Mind if you'd care to wink both? Thanks, thanks, I'll setlle the paperwork in the morning.. oh! but not tomorrow morning, I'll have to fly, there's the place and the person and the event, the event, the event, that's been waiting for days. Tonight, then, when the kids are asleep. Don't be too loud, I've been up all week with 71029- he's got his molars coming in. In? IN? Fucking ludicrous bitch! I told you to never utter such inconviences to me ever EVER again! You make me want to fucking choke you to death! Fuck it! Might as well! Good night! A thousand times good night. Don't quote that shit to me, I'm fucking raging, can't you see these veins bulging in my neck? I see yours, your screaming! You're blasting air through your woodwind instrument, and I am just looking at your little breasts rising and falling on your compacted rib cage. What I wouldn't give for some pork on my eyelids, weighing down the consiquences of quenching my replenishable thirst. Let's take photos instead! ZOOM! Did you try the zoom lanes, honey? ZOOOMMM!!!"
You'll never get me alive. I hope to one day tell you how much I love you without sounding like a mindless drone conscripting to endless romantic outdated images. It never matters. Never. Isn't that reassuring? You matter, oh sure, you matter the world to me, but it doesn't. It couldn't. It might not even exist. Outside yourself? Into myself? I can charge you admission, but nothing like illusions of exchange rate money or eternity. Like freedom? Like free doom? Like paper mache sticking to tongues that only want to escape the Carlsbad Caverns, I'll let you be free. Through this life, into the next, I'll let you.