We got a lot to say or itching to start at something join in something’s interesting to talk about or have a dumb book too many pages suitably abstract or scrawled or many details to grow we just feel like it. Like our two characters, Janey and Merle, ah to have the time, an hour a day? Two hours a day? Who has that time, when you’ve got jobs, Merle’s an artist, his own work, flowers, sure/ oh whatever you call it, some attention, everyone wants attention, who has time off, is this his art, something not found, not by woman or man .. and Janey, interns at a graphic arts company, make catchy things, catch your attention, she sharpens pencils, or has a chance at some drawings, develop concepts, ah she took art training, a college, to manipulate those pencils well, sharpen them or leave some dull thick gooshy line, ah in case a client’s advertisement calls for “crazy artist’s lines, a few of them” /she gets sad, doesn’t know what she got into, pretty pictures for sell cereal
She’s young selling cereal panting with her tongue out wagging her tail, no but saw someone on tv doing that/ anyways, you have your little job, does life ever get to be “more than my boring little job, more than all the faces, I don’t care if someone famous walks in, more than their face too” we don’t know what to do
So the book “art and papers and sadness” or more commonly known as “i money earth” ah cute thing sprawling mistakes done little red wiggling lines do variations on that just smudgy red, or any colour show me my mistakes or the bland blasé typical landscape facescape everything human, us, all of us, wishing to work on something else, protests in little lines we write, roll off rinds, orange rind peel .. appeal, try to get anywhere, just same old thing .. devote to this, meet on this sad “are you sure you’re not depressed” “same area” “sick of life” meet, do you polish yourself, clean up, to get there/ be seen, tramp around, big boots, even girls, thin legs hardly lift them, contrasts, be seen “know me” “hear me” or sometimes, nah, I show up like I’m in my sweatpants and zip up sweatshirt hoodie old can’t remember when washed sit in apartment ah had a cold a sickness sit there even afterwards rain pattering down, a cold mental illness, don’t tell you, dear reader, don’t meet, I never met on any of this, end of world, possibly something to say. Look at faces. “they’re here for this/” maybe there is a possibility.
We wrench around spin the wrenches to do this huge book “you going to dump it on us like an elephant, eric, all of it at once? or just little bits of it?”
I don’t know, codings, of the world none of us can have, just get on with your little life.
We want to see lines spelled wrong, but not anybody smash a window with a pole, we want an impossible chance for peace through complex overwrought impossible dumb will never work somehow makes it through ..
We want to work on the stuff gives us something to work on, I don’t want to just dress up in black and smash things, ah is everything older people do about lawyers and big money, do young people feel disconnected want to smash something want to express want to be alive not just wear a suit and say the right things, quietly subdued throttled clamped down on but maybe you make the big money, and what humans have to do because shit comes out our hole and toilets need us like we need them, ah develop all the things 2 arms 2 legs beings need, all we are, I guess, no future, some claptrap “gonna transfer brains to computers” ah as we are now, no one can think of anything, for sweatshirts, sweat under armpits
No one can think of anything
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Some better day some cklesr blur tunker bell ring out
Clesr gkass special bliown blue clear strip of mall glass only diet mouse in restaurant cushy window fancy scuoture in scuopture stare ire mad youd never go into with anyone what dis I just say glad I didn’t let ity out
Let me see uit wuiggke waggke ziostripper in gkass beer tote rash her legs make me whole butter some
Ah I see ways pockered nit good enough birruiw many pieves from everyiwehere face my face make bison impossible
Fur all over me, fur all of us
Lament mind works shitplonkdip good cracker but cant vibratebring food and subsustence it tio lofe no one can
We asre loco local rsdio signal
No one can hesr
We evemntually aspell wring hsve nowhere to go spelled wrog under top skin coverig
Nowhere to go
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So yeah this book ah cranky clumsy made to look clumsy “no it really is cl;umy” from the frsdt post “hi folks fursdt time” or something, eager beaver cheerful, like we all start out in life, hopefully, not sbused, little fella or gurl .. but yeah stsrt out fill in blanks impossible try “at things nit here’ “thigs we dint hsve a chance at” ah who can say, whst outer sauce chicken rtolls a stunted growth narble chicken normalbaked space is, and a world, roundm, grsvity hoklds us on its surfsce, so if yiou walk fsr enoufghk, or get a ride on a motorcycle, or in a car, you cling to the surface, unless you do a try chik shiwm, take a leap off a ramp the hold hips knee ah evemn there youl;re comig dywn spuirt trap .. we’re all coming into realization pregnancy hell of inseminated world with vim voom down play get down, sfter a bug high, the 50’s 70’s shinig advertusements get yiour refruygerstur hsve a happy hime, wsplemdor in the suyburbs, and onky laster do we fund out aoll the truth leaking bar like sqyae box salon small leaking red liquid send hearsay me goshhossip, oh we kinda knew it was all bargain bow out .. and hope for new bid, or cruss out thst word “hollype” whowever youi say that just live, hand to tits mouth to her hole, shh, a little bit better than ugly rude same hope chastise bitter pill throast? But thoracic lumbar doctor sweet book follow me, or strange trashy imreellecter you’rte book, too real clumsy fund its predecessor stand in line mini sepia yell, line, groove, find no way thing.
We all git a lot of no way things kost in life no way tie fine it say it like happy psremts helping theyr kids with their homework there are no happy parents for this, no help on this homework. All through life, it’s a vision no artist no politician no one has, some way to hit us with the lunk mold but have pieces gonna grow from it clean dry “I need a place to stay.” I need to be hit with how terrible it is but then I need to work on it.
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We need a book just grows but they’re all so dumb and formulaic we need our words be friends not posers/ we need the thing stay by our side, a dog that’s our friend, and it talks to us, and we’re not on drugs .. need a book, starts somewhere, like garbage thrown out a window
Starts like that
You see it’s more than a book it’s a thing a living thing spit or sticky residue strawberry jam
Sure
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We need the big living thig of someone some entity sittuig there us on its lap, deminsion pull sdhetts, cover sheets, plastic sheet protector, clear vippnyl hoist up acetste you name it baby need ti see “you” from outer space our durty chip bsg thriwn out csr wonduw of mood cackling a friend damn yhou when they used ti be foil roll up good toss in good basll ah there’s lots to ball tho throw or keep sround gimme quiet talk now superrnsge nuzzle bired depesseed will never jmake it ti a book like me
Keep it around
And love it the psrts thst never dtsrt off into books chamce gentry if us odd scrstchy record old-time recording c/monomputer chip established tin dog inn you bed yellow
Cease sit be has real ill task, clean up after drunk
Like a world drunk on adbvertisemrnts and lipes and we awere yipesap going to make tis time all us great humans
Mnot so fast
What is the step back now go to monastery spa combo fries with this book
Reread free and ease down part here rest cysts or well ass ity’s not so clear the poor sad screams emetgency eward doctors just very unvolved and private
We asre taking csre of lots of people in here join in the plains of aleberta the hit sun of texas many oeople eourope Australia many people hsve nithug ti say niothig ti try at do yoi dop some here the usual things it all is ugkly misspelled words guys shiny new csr is kind of ugkly and misspelled and pretty girl yioung fresh looks mustartd titx et elated in love paint some oil painting all scrubbed or make it a fasce siomewjhere in there every distorted thing we need it whittked diwmn hsrtdky any arty ti make sense, make it the most lame distorted of words whip I thought I said migjht have said you lame distirted fits in my perfect sentences now thanks .. I want it in hiow I talk now I show pep my face enter I really do, Pickclass o, Framcis Bscon, the pasinter, dyed in the 80’s? but um, duystirtion, oh pleasure I’m not drunk I just needit in yiou and me now shiw me you know start dysty disturbed road intelligence hold these little words all canada all united states start with us world evening folks walk along everywhere distorted arms fling legs imn the air and keep it together healthy intelligent show me imn the writying not im killing anyone show me calm take apsrt semtence speak reform wrurtuing sayig related expert art pretty distorted speakling appleappealing art dunce once youi grew up to this now look at me see that I hsve tio break rthe syrfsce blast you but gentle art now just usual never come dywmnm a notch start to give us out in society high-render attrition art cancel rent evict just done in art just everyone give everywhere give each other this we watch this book art a million paintings glue melt stir sculptures cubes beef tofu prints blend in flow out on street with society
We just need to know how it all imperceptively evolves into a lousy book like this a lousy time like this hard development typical person scratches the corner of their lips has an itch tries this, it is so ugly so useless and professionally done and talk and blend shit ass everyday talk with everyone for a result
Not seen new world atavistic hackneyed new world
Given up on
Gimme a try
We blesry gumball roll the bed intio body shapes cut and saw msttress in middle of night cone crazy shape perfecft woman intio perfect world sleep gummy bad dream
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The worst a [iggish book? no thst wasmnt piggish its just some giys awful failure dreams in head sleep baby boy baby girl she saws up mattress makes it into man or she’s fine by herself will be fine for awhile, doesn’t know alhiow long
Fpllow me dumb underpridtced book (underproduced bsrely be called yiourself a book
Call me I want look call me a book
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