Fourth Shelf from the Bottom

Many people cannot believe in the possibility of a new revolutionary movement
Politics dominated the dinner table
Consumer Protection Agency investigations, class action suits, the whole bit
Faith in machinery is our besetting danger
She made the fool a duke
Mind you, as a postmodernist, I applaud such behavior.
Give now.

Macaroon comes from the same source
I don’t think you ought to see things like that
She comes to a log she had jumped so easily before
Well, it’s a long story
I know when you are bullshitting me
And the paintings

The force with which they were thrown into the media’s eye was the turning point
With pleasure
Like a hunted animal
He pulled his blanket up around his knees
This is the doorway
That should read prefrontal
She set down her glass
They turned and ran
He was alone and felt rather forlorn
And they were filled with grief and wonder at the tale he told

We do not want trouble
Come on man, do you need a copy of the script to see how this movie goes
You start to feel like part of a tradition
And you, young man, have you a mathematical bent

Don't go where I can't follow

It’s not a tea party. It seems like there is always dirt in my eye causing them to itch or burn with dryness. It hits you like a punch in the stomach, a memory, youth screaming mad in parents car plowing through friends that you’ll never have again. You realize how much time has passed cruising slowly down a snow wet street listening to sports talk radio. I used to destroy my own image in a mirror and throw empty bottles out the second floor window not even bothering to smile as they became a potential hazard to small children.

I would dream of snakes biting me and leaving me for dead, now I have repeat nightmares of break-ins and debilitating disease. A sour stomach remains but so much more a problem than in the past, can’t just shove it under the mattress in the back of my mind anymore.

I’m always looking for something to inspire me but the only thing that ever has is misery, when a mans only inspiration is misery, he ends up miserable. Shots in the dark on a cold Midwest night and I’m feeling old, my face haggard, hairy and tense. I feel every step I make these days so I step with caution and foresight…two things I never knew I had.