the call might have been recorded for Quality Assurance, but is that a crapshoot or what?



I called 1-800-millionbillionblogcentralcentripetalcentrifuge and complained that your blog was way more interesting and better written than mine.



I used to consider myself a quite quirky fucker but evidently now I am just a too-clean Doug Doe sporting an incongruous biker mustache while seated in a beige foam and pill-fabric cubicle, staring into a screen, silent, bitterly hating all the foolishness.



Though (at least) his hair's still a mess, this too-sober, non-disheveled enough quasi-Kafkaesque sadfaceclown still has trouble getting laid, generally, even though that should've long ago ceased to be a fucking problem.



Cleaner of lung and clearer of head than at any recent previous time, still he spins his motherfucking wheels



and dreams of riches.



The oasis is oatmeal is quicksand is mealworms in your Quaker Oats your Cheerios your beer was overturned on the carpet and you were face down passed out beside a ruined couch in the bright basement of defeat



Anyway, I asked them to strike me dumb. The lady on the line assured me that my request was in process.



That was about a week ago and now I'm beginning to think she misunderstood me, except I still can't figure anything out, so maybe she didn't.

She is ruining me from afar.



She uses men for toothpicks and lately I've been afraid to drive.



I'm barefoot eating sample pie in the supermarket on Thanksgiving Day and all the black people working there are laughing at me. There's some kind of commotion at the registers so I steal away to the back, the stockroom. When the cop asks me what I'm doing there I ask him who wants to know. I go upstairs and hear her moaning on T.V.



Cleopatra must have been some artist as she simultaneously killed and fucked her prey.



She is laughing at me as she fucks my little brother.



We are both insane, but she manages to make it pay.



There is a kind of helping that is a ruining too. And a reckoning. I often wonder when it was that she lost her faith. It was her faith that kept her from fucking me.



I entered the bar and saw her talking to 3 guys who lived next door to her. I went away to the bathroom and when I came back she wasn't there. I went downstairs to the curb and looked up the dark street. She had just turned the corner, running.

Unpack your head.



Take your shoes off.



You're not going anywhere.



Everything you need is right here.

A Deadly Day for Charlie Company

testing, testing, 1-2-3



The revelation can't be imposed

or spoken in code



Time and events don't just go away



All crashes back

upon us out here

awake in the waves,



waiting,



wound, wrapped up,

cloaked

in flameout attitudes



of pregnant

dismay.



On a pay phone

now with the ghosts

all fighting, falling,

screaming,

dying all around

me,



again and again,



I'm aware of your panic.



There's blood in everyone's eyes.



I'm stranded, agape,

with more to tell



but no more to say

seeds of frozen gloom



awaken like dead

education now



misery



for one and some

and you



and you

whoever that kid was with his thumb in it I would tell him to instead fuck that dike



passing through



the big string cheese anus

of the world



i shoot you a memory



like an

RPG



and it goes nowhere



as it busts

my chi