S T rea M # 4 4

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It is important to remind one of the purpose. The purpose if not to get it straight is not to end with the prologue to the séance. No: Lie not in the forest with the naked bears every morning. No: So this time you won’t want to bite down on the necks of the precious needles. No! I want to state the purpose. But I follow with right might the happening of every mistake. So, I, thus, avoid getting to the point. The purpose is to get the brain to ignite. When this is going well, thine brains tingle. And by thine I mean mine. Mine brains tingle when this is going well. My brains tinkle. Brain tinkle. This is a good thing. How could it be a bad thing? The faster I write the more mine brain tingles. And/or tinkles. This is true. So when the next boob takes his turn at the babe she’ll shut up at the dock. Why? I would want to not eat. No! I DO NOT want to use the words “eat” “tomato” “dog” “cat” “tree.” No more of eating! No more of food! No more of the plant-life, of the vegetables, of the vegetation. No more of animals – save for the human variety. I MUST break free! Yes, when I don’t break free I don’t break free because I don’t break free when I do not break free from the breaks of freedom. That was not very stimulating, I’m afraid. I AM afraid! I am VERY afraid. I am not at all afraid on the terms of the conditions specified on the contract of the next new frontier. Now, if you don’t say that again I’ll be forced to cite you for being sited. Or cited. Or excited. The next person to present the next thing will be hanged. Yes, hanged. Yes, no, yes, no, eyes war the next eyes to the wallowing fortunes of the fortuitous. WHAT EXACTLY IS THE POINT OF GOING BACK TO SPELL CHECHK WHEN ALL OF THIS IS RUBBISH TO BEBN TO BEGIN WITH?!>? No more spell checking. no no more capitaliszing either. no more bullshit save for the bullshit. the bullsghit is all that mattersw. what I don’t want so much is the next writier wto to eat no no no no non oo no more eating! I shall starve! this is not wthe thwt tha I don’t capitalize the “I” the application is set to do that all on its own. Stop stilling the stand. Stop it! When the next mighty tornado hits i will be prepared to hat my cock. no not that either. no when you wish upon a star makes no difference – bullshit, it makes dally all the difference in the workd in thew in thew in thw IN THE WORKD. IN THE WORLD! whyt wht sloppy sloppy sloppy slopply sploend. whewn w oy. now eat no don’t eat. i just want to get to the bottom. thena the tiem u indsa klked I moes inmt wht wo. woo wow. thait’s this is going  really well. when i reach trhe the bottom i be be be be not because i e3a i want to eat no because I don’t. no. yes. all is well. thank you, Warner Bros., for the lovely gift. now i must eat not tea but melon. why. why not. whty why not to chose the most beautiful girl in the world. well, one has to try. feel better. reaching for the bottom still… 

17 July 2008

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