if you put the good stuff in then the good stuff comes out just let the machine do its process what are the processes at work the creation of art as fundamentally essential digestive 

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 i am a junkie. not the one you are thinking of right now. i am a high functioning junkie. i need hit after hit to keep functioning. i would love to be a zombie junkie you know so well zonked out on the street enjoying the rain hail and shine. my functioning performance makes me susceptible to judgement, so i need to keep a clean appearance. the best method are regular frequent micro doses, but that is high risk exposure. greater opportunity to be caught throughout the day red handed in the event for that steady hand in the operating theatre. tape a pouch to the back between the shoulders and run an intravenous drip into the inside of the upper left thigh.

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 the starting point is too far away from us, so we can only communicate on the rail of social construct.

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 throw the fruit away it is non conform send me what you got and if i don't like it i will throw it into the earth all these little schemers of where to from here and what was the process flip me out what does not grow here has to come from somewhere else or do away with cocoa coffee and banana

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 another cheeky daydream kitchen fantasy. something about having sex on tap and saying no, today bottled water. the chase is what i want. there is only a climax. to get to the top one needs to climb. then come back down. cannot stay up there forever in that thin air.

what the hell are you talking about? if you want to do it than go right ahead. i don't see why you are asking me. as if i care. you do whatever you want.

i generally do.

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 if there is an app to put a baby inside me then you had better download it boy.

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 all the ceremony is turned upon its head. what are these white fella feelings? i am trying not to ditch them but cover them over with a build up of thin coats of face paint to give any sense of depth at all. 

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 i did not see the brush bz the sewing machine well i have not put it there yet well then go get it you fool of course the cat is longing for a good summer brush to get that old winter coat right off

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 you take that paycheck you get at the end of the month for all that work you do and you go down to the bank and take that whole paycheck out in cash on the day it goes into the account and then you take thet cash down to the liquor store and by drink and take the drink home and you don't have to drink it all at once but you still won't be able to pay the bills and then watch how quickly they kick you out of your social nightmare of work and bills and mortgage and car payments and school fees then you take all your drink down to the main square and sit in the sun where no one will bother you and you will be living your dream some other sucker will be sitting in your social nightmare doing the work you once did cursing your permanent vacation 

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know your lines you are the lines the lines are the character become the character but this is the development where do these characters come from out of world non existent lines non existent characters brought to life where do people speak like this a nowhere land nowhere man interzone make you mine

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 it used to be called study. well that fell out of fashion when the natural actor came about ghosting on screen. just act naturally. well what is the natural thing to do in front of a camera? or on stage? nothing remotely like what one wants to capture. 

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 at a certain moment one just needs a teenager, but the social engagement is currently frowned upon with stern eyebrows.

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 we are only tiring ourselves up running over the same old ground. i let you do it because it makes me feel close to you. i think you let me do it just the same. we need to move on and discover new ground. if we see each other there it will not be as it is now or was then. we have to just wait for the rice and then we will go outside with the egg shells and the empty cartons.

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 i put a postcard in the mail on monday you see these dreams are simply that for me dreams and life moves on like a runaway train and the cat wants out big time nothing more to be a sleeping in a warm corner

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 sure i still have a bit to do, but we can only do this together and you are crushing it. what you are doing is hard work, but well paid for the hours in comparison to what is out there and rewarding in and of itself. life is never all rainbows, we just have to work out how you are going to blow some steam off when it builds up. not wanting the pressure to explode. it does some good to get the words out of the head and smashed up against the wall in pieces on the floor.

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 a concert of farming

protocols

each paying for themselves

first amendment neutrality

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 take the age old method of one discipline and apply to another. no need to reinvent the wheel, simply observe a functioning system, appropriate aspects of functioning system into another system and observe the consequences. adjust accordingly. start small. i mean really small. you do not want carp in the australian waterways. if you put a couple of native geese in your backyard just watch the raccoons disappear. 

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 thousands of years of literature and we had thought everyone had read. decent soft paperback editions widely available and the e-publication for ninety nine cents. so what is the big deal? there is iron ore to be dug out from underneath this sacred site. we want the economy turning like the planet itself. faster and faster richer and richer poorer and poorer. if we all had a bit more wealth happier and happier. the fundamentals are flawed but i will pay you to ignore all of that. build up the nonsense resilience.

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 the wings, the ones i never did make it with, they were the best. and those that i am living with, they are the worst. the green field is the imagination. what could have been comes all too late when it can no longer be.

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 i am not much of a sidestepper.

or a painter.

or a lover.

but i try

just for you.

nothing but short coming

a spectacular failure

fail better next time

dreams of your large round belly

kicking squealing gucci little piggy

but where in the world babes

does this wave crash against the shore

or are we forever at sea?

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 is this not close enough? we need to exercise caution as i am probably infectious. now the risk is taken now we are at our wits ends. how long for how long how long is forever? this is what we do now this is how we go about it and what of it? well we must. oh no. oh yes. i cannot get a grip. do not give too much of yourself away. in the end no one likes that.

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 i can hear those syncopated rhythms cobbling down the stairs. leon is still growing into himself. i have a feeling for the out of step, out of joint, time out of joint. that old joint burnt to the ground last friday night takin twenty people with it. they never had a chance getting out of that labyrinth.

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 the gifts of god do not come wrapped or boxed, but instead naked and screaming.

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