At the gas station Matt ferries his boat. How romantic and unselfish don’t make me laugh. Objects become real, shit this my job! So a female around is in want. Yeah maybe a house painter. Four more sentences, I’d like to sleep. That shit should be on lock. Player of instruments, gamer era, movie enthusiasts. Must be able to have a pulse… Able to understand an lack of artist.
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Matt is prudent and on the pay roll with Matt. Two high druids of radio. That son of a bitch was right the time did go fast. Put him in a nook and cranny he’ll run out of options real fast. Relationships are good in the fragment besides the characters that have to make sense from things we don’t understand. So. Oh um a drawer that can play drums. “I’m down two pounds,” Jr says to sister. Yeah that character was one of all and four of a great time that there was a female around besides TV who is just a star gazer. So the bow of the ship is the front, or so I’m told.
The snake what the heck. The one I shall say is part of the patron of the country so there. The model of our humanity pretty red jewels. Pale like bird poop. So. “I’m being told Matt would like to say something“ “Yes, moral is good toward attitude for the rhythm of the two years. “that’s great,” Guitar says. “I’m OK, the guessing has begun anew. I was supposed to gain musical knowledge Matt.” “I do have a couple of nonsense things that plays to something, right?” “So yeah nonsense in a practice might be a new way to approach style, but only as a guise, I do believe in making sense. It’s the lost art of common sense!”
Listen I guess here. Radio is free put Matt on. What! *I’m fucking trying to sleep. ‘yeah well we’re talking about a cardinal bird, shit they aren’t never seen. Yeah well don’t try pull rank on me you son of a bitch. OK gentlemen let’s refrain from that. I once had that light well of course I’m the fathom of higher dimensions so I’m old and cozy with the father of America! Well yes the cosmic horizon verse one, a bitch snake!
This was drunk nonsense I apologize. I want to make some sense in my stories. Im OK. Situation normal.
No wine around just guitar. Reach out to the process. The first mate has the daily attitude distortion. Guitar mostly stays the same not changing. “So what does that mean? “ “I confess to tripping on dreams is all.” Both the wolf and TV seem abashed. On the ham radio “Jr how’s your weight problem, “ matt asks. “I got to lose some weight, twenty pounds, so shit I’m excited. what about business Matt I can’t save money worth shit.” “Yeah well that’s Brett’s department.” “I will see about getting those sculptures of TV’s to a buyer.” “Yeah well she might not have much of them to sell, so art is absolutely a hilarious option.” “Well how’s TV’s attitude been?” “Not much melancholic for to long, she’s good at being positive.” “What of brother Wolf?” “I really don’t know.“
“match sound,” good news. It’s OK. It only should get easier as long as you stay relaxed and maybe not drunk on rum. “Yes, your spell worked, you both have done well, only what is helpful is blurred or made to be confusing.”
“Let me say, the life and animal. It can happen depending on the animal. “The one that seems to be kicked out of the group,” says guitar. Wolf didn’t like being compared to an animal let alone a roster. “So life is an animal so that’s what I’m trying to wrap my head around,” Wolf says. “Either that or the path of the fool if that sounds any better.” The on going agenda was to try to make sense, but it was not easy. They must be showing weakness with some sort of narrative to what life makes them do. That makes things bad. Human, not a wolf, guitar, TV, or seamen just a human with days passing with no real reason but for a human to prove he is human. “We can think but there’s so many that drained fate dry to make the rest of us objects.” Oh holy simplicity, don’t worry I’ll do the thinking while the human fragments into objects multiplying it’s self. The creative wing of perverted voyeuristic consumers. This is all paperwork sorting out the scavenges of truth. It’s about the only thing that’s allowed and risked a lot for it. So time is your game slowly suffocating, smoking out my guidance. The age of the priest pushed by the TV. “Do you want to be a human or animal?” High entitled objects? The secret formula is strict and rigid to be part of the human race. Hope you figure it out!
“I know I can do better,” TV says. “The spirit has left me what a relief! Thinking about the dread it was short root passing. “The big sleep,” says Jr. “Another ghostly night, I don’t want that money.”
“How do you memorize the words Jr?” “say it over and over written on the wall.” “I want to break through the gimmicks” TV says to Jr. “Accumulated worth with it.” No use in saying anything. Talking heads. Everyone’s the same for years. It is really hard to change one’s personality. Almost impossible. I’m rotting in the flesh nah maybe. Don’t try to understand white men, they don’t make sense, but suspicious one does make sense.
