I don't want to be doing fine line drawings anymore. I like these.

Ah these drawings here you can read the printed out parts I sliced with an x-acto knife little blade no handle get wave unique, the placement on second sheet of paper glue down with gluestick pressdown with fingers it gets messy pleasurable in a way no more fine lines walk along street in a trough, in a dip, held to it all your life, even the rebels like I fucking was, ah lame rebel goof rebel now don’t say that, we lie low in grave, a dip dog dug out shovel cool “it’s not my fucking grave c’mon” years later .. but yeah you can read printed part there’s a story there printed font you know computer does it out pretty good I can barely break through using the stinking words they taught in school.  I move further.  Or lament in the sidelines, scrawl near to my perfectly printed fonts I ain’t got no high-end Epson, I just got basic 1430 printer it ain’t fancy I ain’t a fancy man I paid the price to live and die, do this past the fine line drawings.

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Rebel contained in rebel repeated.  Always.  Or this.

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At my death.  53.  or my life.  Beginning,

For not another repeated stinky lively generation, nowhere to go, stale, plugged up blow your nose blow your ass blow whatever you got.  Ah people sit don’t want to repeat the same fucking thing again.  Have nothing else in them.  Don’t know what it is.

Blur shadow fine line shadow.  The shadow of the finest line, cut, me my shadow fine lines restricted life never had a shadow.

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So end of that writing there, just writing on the drawings, I guess literally writing on the drawings, my opinion, or you know, after 14 years of meditation, hardcore medical grade, learned from a Chinese master, a week-long intense course, you have 2 or 3 cds, to listen to, guide you, different combinations of meditation, some movement at first, but sit-down next, but all very painful at points, some wondrous parts, but physically painful, mentally painful, spiritually painful, you dull dog, grey at the muzzle, time to do something.

Wake up, young dog.

Ah fucking generations repeat rebels in leather jackets yeah yeah young woman nude underneath leather jacket zipped open see sides of tits and she’s got bikini bottom and high heels okay yeah yeah see it in person pretty irrefusable have anything else go over to the corner of the room drink alone rebellious years go by, no not much drinking, had a beer once in a while, went to a strip club, sat there I don’t know for what reason, see someone, sit, think, she refutes that you’re thinking, she says you’re just looking at her nipples, oh in a way, all the way through, fine lines, women, rebelliousness, and just fuck off to all of it, come close, hug me, older we’re all been through it, hasn’t the whole world been through it? Has it?

For fucks sakes slow down be older be through it now what you got to start, clean innocent now what you got to start?

Ah I’m dead I never spoke it hidden blur, I did my life I did my career I never spoke it hidden blur.

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Live now.

Live what.

It’s all over, all been done, get some money store some money, got your girl your wife do you “true love” hold me.  I got nothing left.  For this life.

I stare younger generation repeats it I’m scared they’re angry with big weapons obliterate, no soul no developed soul, what is that strange mentally ill brilliant dumb a brilliant kind of dumb all of us can’t handle it bring it out what would it look like my career over I’m just dead a career like any others stand over to the sideline be mentally ill lose 30 years.

I ain’t got time.

To smarten up.

Know what to do

After it’s all over

World all over, mentally ill it could never look at

It thought it wassmt en msse it was conceited amd iopoty mind destroyed no repaors go on pig yourfass opink destroyed rsttling falling apsrt fyx up tape and wire amd solif toght tape tighter wire some bits really tight work revolve I thank god we’re still going

No look at

Don’t sit me down, no look at, with all this, dual lives, wise one looking at inner one all messed

Exit did you exit youse did you leave bad price mind blown did you leave were fine where were you you looked pretty bad here

Where were tonight you

Tell us/ night cool dark blown flown tickedt bad ticket/ you hssd bsd careerr zoo iver licquick, fade drub, where were you drip, tell us