dreary

everything. is everything. I hate this. I use too many periods. I know that. but how can I stop it? I know not. it kills me. and it feels good to press period. I like to speak in short spurts. I never know how to use other forms of punctuation. I really don’t care. not in the least bit.

but what does it matter? I know not. it kills me. time and time again. like pieces of threads that never worked or had a clue. it kills me. time and time again. everything is terrible. nothing quite like it. just kills me.

I am the uber. I think. I don’t know. kills me like a centipede on the fucking trail. i’ll never know. it’ll never amount to anything. not in the least bit. hate this shit. kills me. all the time. man oh man.

I know the dealio. I hate it. it kills me. elaborate on kill. is there bloodshed? who kills? how does it kill? 5 w’s and an h. who what when where why and how. about the killing. the killing. talk about it. now.

there is no killing. that’s why I have to dramatize every fucking thing. where did you learn to speak? I don’t know. I don’t care. nothing works. nothing happens. it’s all so unfair. time and time again. like a delicate little toad. like a faggot in a museum.

everything is wild and wrong and everything. I hate this shit. it killeth me so. like a tangerine apple. i’ll never know. not in the least bit.

life is a lifestyle. killing the children one by one. like chameleons at first glance. kills me. like toads and centipedes in a mushroom trance. dancing around to free bird.

they lighting up joints and cigarettes. they’re feeling fiendish and dollish. they’re eating turds and drinking piss. my narration is off topic again isn’t it?

the frogs. they were chirping and chipping and burping and bipping. they were dancing around in their underpants. around the glades and waters. the lily pads and fires of fly.

then they got gouged. eaten for their legs. by the coon hunter and his henchmen. what a devastating night. they got gouged. or gigged. frog giggin. what a wonderful past time. nobody ever taught me anything. not in the least fucking bit. i’m just supposed to sit around in the muck and the mire and get on with my life.

that’s fine with me. i’ll do it. ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. I can handle it all. just watch me. i’m the toughest man that ever lived. haha!

tall tales a plenty. the masks, they transform. the tasks. they deform. the days they leave us in a haze of glory and faded glory. like Wal-Mart. nothing quite like it. love this red-bubble thing. I think. I don’t know. nothing quite like it. just kills me like a fucking fairy tale. all the fucking time. like jesus in the sand.

I would be something but really? i’m nothing…

shew. what’s up with all this ambition? I never knew how shitty it would be. it is the shittiest. ambition plays on your fears. preys on your prayers. ambition is the detriment of life. you can’t do much with ambition. not in the least bit. ambition is the worst thing in the world. i’ll never know anything about it. it’s terrible. I hate it. ambition is the worst.

time for the melody.

music was out of kink. had no pleasure in it. damn near killed me. hated it. killed me.

there’s nothing left to say. no one to be. everywhere going here and there. hither and thither. I guess. I don’t know. nothing quite like it. i’m just a sailor with a soul.

dreary

beenderew

Lebanon, United States

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