oh .. I don't anything about a little nothing yeah a little

ah a plain picture soft dive on me mauve grey no it's just plain grey don't try to get me to pay more or .. dirty improperly scanned all our lives see me gud/ goodamn you pretty boy god jeams dean with einsteens crotch who knows jayne mansfield hillary or somethig up sbive scan me present me in crappy opictures they are great i like this

draw in bsby chilfsh catfish shoplidting fcked up humsn sorry/ story i mrant sorry

best i can do at this time in the world of fun bait tease give you hook for love paternal uncle no molestimng im old literary what a skunk

the state of things

something/ grab a meanung here bag of chocolates

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Janey and Merle, sitting in a cafe, nothing too swanky, just neighbourhood place, maybe a bit too bright sterile white or not enough wood or muted tones, not a corporate design, not corporate a 1000 franchises like them designed to lull you into spending more money, drunk on coffee, there you go .. but these two people meeting, Janey has a packsack, Merle has more of a leather satchel, carry with his hand, he’s older, an artist, established, shows at the Mary Tune gallery, ah for bigwigs, yeah, he’s kind of disappointed, in it all, maybe he’s been disappointed all his life, yeah the gallery owner has found spirituality, but what does that mean, she sniffs incense?, no, don’t be rude, eric/ “eric?” oh just writing this, feeling them, on paper, in words, floating in the air/ ah do we ever get to the deep book, behind this “i money earth” the book, 90,000 pages, of real change, and we fool with these two little characters, out here on a “blog” meet you, as any of us meet, “we all have a deep book” behind it all, we never get into .. show a bit, neither of them know what it means, ah, janey, works in an office, an intern, graphic arts agency, advertising, preparation, “for the polished” not this .. they meet, her and this older man, she’s only 21, he’s 45, 50, who knows, she didn’t check, his pubic hair, no they haven’t had sex, it’s not really about that, it’s longing for the deep book, ah, unavailable lines, mouth freezes up, he thinks he’s got some, she thinks she’s got some, pull out papers, look at, or scans, tablet computers, share, look at each other, it’s too big .. the unavailable inside, the blur, something forming out of it, it’s beyond him, merle, it’s beyond her, janey ..

You just itch for some of it

See it

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/so here's some of it, papers they might draw out, and plasce on the tabkle .. the deep book .. they never seen before .. no one has .. make drawigs examples cry diont kniw whst it all means, an excerit taken in random furom 90,000 pages or asroynd thuis time, octiber 2nd
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so I don't know janey pushes at it .. sheet, is it his is it hers "I got them, a secret source" he says /"oh yeah" she says "we're just characters in some guy's writing /"oh yeah" he says, sad they play draw through eric's head hsmndas/ hands (that word .. mess) shes a little prsyer beig 14, in my meditation might as well be at with me i hsve no job im on a psychistryc pretty mind m odel mind strut runways iof sentences dysability pesion for being brillpiant (briil-paint? what the fuck is thst? spell right as if any of us can) but a piece of shit which is it? (take your choice, brill-paint or a piece of shit) i don't kniow somwhere in berween milky piece of shit passable give me a piece/ ah clean sheets not in my bed thst i sleep in, sleep in clothes, hvemt had sex in 3 yesrs or whstever uit's been (but you kniw I hope fur my book to be naked and asttrsct people in my soul old beyond me, not wruinkled fresh agealess from outsude this dimension) i really see these characters though janey small wise copingsprite eagwer egg sandwich? no i cant see all the words slow fas from in string/ of hesrt, of foot smell, no not that .. and merle old fsrt belly like your're hugging prefamncy suit under your tshirt no not quite that bad .. hey give me a chance I'm writing as good as I can we all are messy its a chamce .. there in me a sopp was really is a book or a being "what?" behind this, there really is

in us "what's in you?" I ask the reader "are we you out there in me around me can i show yui with my hands no please don't do i'll take?" we are all in on this sittig in coffeshops miggling walkig down the street can;t wiggle quite tell the other person this

canlt quite work on this at all

there is no book wiggle mouth wiggle words unformed wesh mad happy wish upon curb sit organized to some toot flute frit free happy
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We just take into scope the whole literary atmosphere books pages writing money walk turn somersault in air 20 feet up .. impossible things that we would talk as good as books or srrve on some happy its almost as good as a book my life removed eat edium tedium with gravy ah i'm okay I live this almost greast computer tapped by friend I never talked to she sees book and then this "wht is this" reasching all people we feel it, I can't talk, you can't talk we.. asrt on wall "you re fsr better thssn me" "oh too bsd in person i cant slow it down or vecome some other being" artust is a shitty frump ah even the nest here fly little things it is quite excitig reaching the world and in my life too of them, friends I hsve never talked to all my life oh I did the usual thigs .. boooks are pretty, I hasve my life, I dint quite want a book/ pretty pucyures fasr better thn any human alive

why do we reasch so fsr in thast/ something for us to do besides art on the wall human made that but you can't talk to me

but it doesnt live/ yes it does here a little, starts

now
this time
ego burned away

it's time tea coffee coffin milk beige, we don't see the world as so bad, it has a chance
we is naked clean white sheets a bit of grey ha oh trees cut down or computer see it but it is papers I have oh we get mixrf up happy warm did a bit here

stsrt

lame klimnit get up

we saunter healed

happy as toast whered you guirders steel stamped rolled imitaste all people imitate a human being or something else we can't quite be, finished street at the human, address in air midair can't get it through got here now, finished, are we, take into account paupers with who words talking to you on podium sail hair in tiny vignettes skin walk shout me smile

you know me as take it all inti account and gi frther

you welcome that it is in your venacular of stanfing there, take to whst, here, hugging whst's here

whst we are, go frther to what