what the fuck is this???

- There's children starving in the world.

- But they don't drive an AMG.

- What?

- Fuck them.  Africa—it's a huge market for super motor bikes.

- Africans, they'll die from the poor.

- Fuck em, Africans should race more.  Even a road bike.  You're not taking up space being poor.  You got yourself a nice dirt bike.

- That's what I'm saying, but with fashion.  I want a Tom Ford motorcade to carry me around.  That's how I feel, excuse me—I'm sorry, but

- No, you're right.

- But they don't have nothing on

- No, fuck em—run em over with a SuperCade Mega German bike.

- Nothin on worthwhile

- I was in Wales over the summer hashtag MafiaWhackedClothes, it's like what we wish Monaco—

- With death camps.

- Dead Fashion insurgents—exactly

- Run em over

- Death Camps for cuties

travels of the sock

- What we have here, is a meeting of 2am oatmeal with milk.

- For my money, it doesn't get any better than this.

- That's right, Lou.  Your wife told me you have a gambling problem.

- Wait.  What?

- Oh.

- Wait. My wife?

- Oh, jeez, Lou.

I am the President of the United States of America.

and the type in them, they'll make a sound. Like oh, look, he's making a politcal statement, a satire—i know that, like when someone mentions an influential novel in a room, I must make a sound umph! i am aware of your allusion,let us sit and drink tea like europeans and turks, even if they missed the actual allusion. 

No, it is not a biting commentary.  I am  am the President of the United States of America.  Why are you looking at me like that?  Stop looking at me, it's creeping me out. I gotta go make a draft.  What? Expected me to be grander?   What?  I have indigestion!  What did you expect, Henry Clay?   I gotta go draft a draft.   Go clip your coupons.

On bright side, I've recently polished my down nod

No more businessmen or black guys or brad pitt skateboarders downnod and i mess up with the up-nod, like, what's up—ah, idiot!

i can't lie in here.  that's all i'm going to say.

Bad dreams.  Ignoring me in group pictures session.  There was also one who looked slightly like her.  She knew she looked slightly like her.  She knew I knew.  Everybody knew she looked slightly like her.  Everybody knew that I knew.  What?  I'm just standing here.  What? Oh no, I'm just thinking about something else. Mind your own businesses.  Wankers.  She's hiding too. I don't think doc can help me.  I've done ate too many cookies. I guess it was delicious.  You should be able to copyright sex.  When others are doing it, you get paid.

I'm a genius.  Turned pain into pleasure.  I never have to apply for another job again.

- What the hell does that even mean?  Everybody halt: He had another dream. (murmurs)

...oh no

...yea, I heard it too, another dream

...there was a green inflatable kangeroo that turned into his pet

...his pet, you say?  No kiddin'

...you think we'll see any overtime for this?

...a green one?

...Totally Nude Furniture. Click here!

...no my paternal grandmother—of course it was a kangeroo!

Quiet you.

Psychiatry and cunnilingus brought us all to this.

white belt, yellow belt, purple belt, green belt, blue belt, brown belt, red belt, black belt

You are trying to tell me that your indifference is the sea, I gather.  That you miss the musk but not from me; that...that to stay away from your window stucco.  You appreciate the sculptural design, but you lack the aesthetic eye.  Let me asks you a question!  Do you think I pace myselves about the room, thinking on you?  That is not conducive! That's it. That's all I'm going to say.  You will not get nothing more out of me.  Not another one of inch, not another word. I have thought it thru, and it is waiting to be finalized. Let me asks you a question!  Who, the hell, do you think you are?  You like to have your dinner at 7:30 in the evening.  You are worldly.  The sky doesn't fall for you, however.  And the air is running thin, paper thin—That's all I'm going to say.  Take it any way you want, absorb it, and be sure to make a copy.  Do you think I spend my time thinking on you! That when I nod off, I come back to finish off the sentence? I set goals for myself, boundaries... boundaries are being set as we speak.  Your options are limited, that's all I'm going to say. And you will hear, not another sounding peep out of me. Let me ask you a question:  I have traveled the world!  Islands blush near me.  Pigeons flock when I come around, these parts and those, from the top of the globe, to the dotted line and beyond, these parts, these streets I have seen. You will know and never know what there is, and what there never was, what was life, and what was made of mere plaster or other heartrending materials.

Fine.  Good.  Stay there.  I'm having the most productive year of my life without you.  Not like that...that—Mr. Personal Best! I can build big buildings too.  I see people, go places. I go about my day, and I drink my Fresca like a hero. You know, people ask about me.  They don't just..just push me away when I run into them.  I'm a top player at the adult center.  My life's better without you, actually.   I ate 5 five ice cream cones yesterday, and...and—while running!  I do everything.  An elderly couple caught some shrapnel, the demented old beings, some bits and pieces of melted cookies and sweat and creme. Oh, it was horrible, and glorious.  You are a bug! A bug, A lady bug!  My love, there is a new biography about Stalin's daughter.  She died penniless in Wisconsin.  I know how you like reading or Stalin's daughter.  I don't think of you that often.

What's that you say, my sweet cuddlebun?  That I fail to try hard enough to sleep?  To pick up a goddamn book?  Do not tell me what to do, woman.  I want you to cook me rice that comes from a burlap sack that I have carried home.  My voice is authoritative, and strong. Reading is boring.  I may as well brew a pot of coffee with it.  I want to bunk with you, woman.  Do not use a man's name in vain, a man's name in vain, name in vain. Your tone sways upon recklessness, thereby undermining any future resolute affirmations you may thrust upon me.  That is the indisputable fact for us all, and women who curse are no longer—Come away with me and let us swim in some kind of body of water. I want to live in a room with you, or in your home, rent free. My love is near the cost of most silk.  I dream of smelling your body wash, then perhaps applying it to my own skin.  I am a simple man; and I am a comfortable man. I can say "I love you" to other men, even if I don't really mean it. I do not mind womens' bodywash.  

Fine.  Good.  Don't come back. I don't even think of you.  Let me tell you something, my love, things are happening around here.  A young lady asked me to dance.  When the big guy wrote out this year, he had my name all over it.  Things are starting to come around for yours truly.  I've had offers to take my passion elsewhere.  I don't think of you, that often.  Let me tell you something, my golden arch classic cheeseburger, the tide is young; that's all I'm going to say. You know, I know seniors who are inspired!

What are you doing?  And me?  Not much, my love. I'm looking forward to tomorrow, because I'm getting fed up with my restless nights, where I wait for sleep to come, and just as I feel it whisper its soothing truth, my body jumps and I start to cough.  I don't mean to alarm you, my ripe mulberry.  You're as gorgeous as a bee.  Your mountains of hair are free of wild birds, and weeds.  Your arms are symmetrical.  Your voice mellifluous, and your face is tangible—your name is sound.  I was impressed to discover you do not suffer from cobweb feet.  Your toes are magnanimous. If I don't think of you, I'll die of sudden heart disease.  Whenever I'm near you I'm not worried about the length of your arm.  You don't have trouble discerning shapes and sizes, and that speaks volumes towards your general competency.  Your teeth are imperfect and beautiful, but not brilliant. You cannot carry a tune, but your relatives are good people. They do the best they can with what they have. You wear slippers like you are in love. You'll be hot if you smoke in your 50s.

I miss your butt.

I had such a cute tail-end of a dream.  I was staying in the beat up garage of someone, prolly up to no good, and I was outside in the little street trying to park a beat up old bicycle near the sidewalk in a way so it don't get run over or stolen, but I had no lock and the little metal parking rod was so useless too that the bike kept falling over, so I decided to just bring the bicycle inside into the car-hole with me, yes I did.  Then as I was about to pull open the beat up door to walk in, I noticed there was a lot of snow all over the ground, and a blanket was covered in the snow where I was trying to park my bike.  I saw movement under the blanket , and for a moment I feared it was a snake.  But then my dog came out from under the blue blanket smiling, and I was so happy and exclaimed, "I was going to leave you outside, wasn't I?!"

You are the backdrop of my mind.

I don't have the right to request of someone, that they listen to my explanation or reason/excuses for past wrong doing.  And if I apologize, it's not an apology for hurting you, but an apology for the wrongdoing.  I don't have the right to ask any more of said person after the apology.

I'm not sure if I understood all of it, probably not.  My short term is busted like the facial bones of Brutus the Barber Beefcake, back when he and Hulk Hogan were a tag team in the 80's.  It takes a while to leave the house after I'm ready to leave the house these days.

Sometimes when I'm driving I'll think that someone just crashed into me while we were driving, and while I'm debating myself whether someone just crashed into me, the other party has already disappeared from the scene, and I become more focused on convincing myself to be surprised if there is actual damage when I pull over and check the vehicle.  As though blocking the memory of the perpetrator fleeing unaccountable(?), and the resulting psychological and financial ramifications. 

Sometimes I'll think I may have skinned my vehicle while driving.  But the same blocking mechanism applies.

Sometimes I'll be driving and I'll think everything in the bottom of the car just fell out.  It's a fear I've had since childhood.  What are you supposed to do about your legs?

swallowed a bug

so much for no right to take any life

A painting

...last thing I need is new material.

He didn't invite me to his wedding. It was awkward revealing I didn't get invited, maybe awkward for them, too, to carry on the conversation.  I went back on my phone and tried to continue reading a Yahoo article.  It's weird knowing what I know about myself, but I couldn't help feeling hurt.  

Idiocracy's on.  Great movie.  What do you think about that italics use?  Something seems off.  Obviously, I'd be a retard if I italicized only part of the word. It would look like this, "Idiocracy's." Now, do I put ""Idiocracy's"" in quotation marks?  Perhaps a single in a double, respectively?  Opps, missing a chunk of the movie.

...last thing I need is new material.

He didn't invite me to his wedding. It was awkward revealing I didn't get invited, maybe awkward for them, too, to carry on the conversation.  I went back on my phone and tried to continue reading a Yahoo article.  It's weird knowing what I know about myself, but I couldn't help feeling hurt.  

Idiocracy's on.  Great movie.  What do you think about that italics use?  Something seems off.  Obviously, I'd be a retard if I italicized only part of the word. It would look like this, "Idiocracy's." Now, do I put "'Idiocracy's'" in quotation marks?  Perhaps a single in a double, or if it's doubles together...Opps, missing a chunk of the movie.

...last thing I need is new material.

"...My head would be watching a TV with three channels, all playing the same thing."

My biggest enemy is bread,

It's my sultry Sultress.

She knows my ins and outs

but she's always in and out;

I often wonder why

it tastes so good to suffer,

but she never gives me an answer.

                           - Jim Poetry

- So what, is like, smoking frowned upon here?

- No, it's prohibited.

- You walkin' home?

- Yea, I need the exercise.  Plus, I left my cigarettes at home—I'll prolly run.