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#### feck fcek my space's bullshit commodification of people's basic desire for friendship, love and community.

A little before midnight
"Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this? Or are you not terrified by it?
I have seen men in real life who so long deceived others that at last their true nature could not reveal itself;...
In every man there is something which to a certain degree prevents him from becoming perfectly transparent to himself; and this may be the case in so high a degree, he may be so inexplicably woven into relationships of life which extend far beyond himself that he almost cannot reveal himself.
But he who cannot reveal himself cannot love, and he who cannot love is the most unhappy man of all."
SOREN KIERKEGAARDSometimes ....krossie would move so fast that they had to whip him UP onto de dex...an operation costly in both time and effort
I was un coup de dés... feelin kinda dead tickly-treakly-++++inside my hole as the last Fakeyles fell to the floor sea sick but the crowd called out for more - rushing with her hands out to grab hold of ever ything wakey pseudo aging raver then through a little whipped cream and Elvis aron presley and that flowing of the water, that flight of a bird, and the uninterrup ted mur mur of our life, can be treated as either three things or a single one. I really LIKE creepy girls -- tho I try turning heart break try turning try spinning ---+_+_+_+_heart break turning heart try try break in ta art ache but....had the key when I just died... I see they left me an empty table of whiskey. Turned my li fe art ache around and into sheer la la la

nd, stoopidty , trousers, death, a paradise. And through the mist there's a man in white ducktail trousers and turning/spinning down white shirt. His black moustache is all thats visible bobbing through the sugary haze and God spits in my soul. Its the man they were after. Then, somehow, on a mere whim..+-+-+ Jack is challenged to a race by a 3- legged cat that wins and brings h im up a stairs into a dark room with a chair and a failure. The chair was carved out of a single Mexic an pine (for Jack Ke rouacs wife?) and has been all round but was new left here to acclimatise to the sticky air of New Orleans. And then (of course) there's a Miss blow- yourself up woman, tree and around it dances a banana girl who chose you in free will and good eyesight used to be a ballerina, aching View a man as a carpet use but has on no clothes, in the ra in, and s oda fountains, new sneakers this summer, theres something, v ampire play girls at the drive in, and Sprung, some how, from a universe of indifference. It s a beautiful t hing you are a beautiful thing or an accident in Dr Zarhov under water laboratory, the dance of the Dorthovian fishmen that chose you in free will and good eyesight, the re d planet blinking in the brim of your bourbon and ice, plan nine from outer space, a clone army of silver tee birds gleaming in the mid morning sun, the thing in the barn is making out on the foot ball pitch at dawn, later abandoned you, and your blue jeans on much the same basis, vapour trails, that noxious mist gathering and lingering over th e s wamp, that greenish tinge in your babys eyes (it wasn't there this morning I could swear), darkness at the edge of town, your moms chicken, finger licking, getting to second bass on

first attempt, wisteria blossoms in the deep south, ufos, patent remed ies, an ac cident in the Beavertron, far fa organs and go go g urls that (O u tink- wearing my fancy knickers again!) smashed it into a hollow tartarus and and everybody&'s a beautiful thing - as are heat rays and comets, grumpy green aliens, repo men, an exam ple of a simultaneity of fluxes in which while sitting on the bank of a river, empty silver gantries rattling in the deserted rocket field, x ray specks that came in a cereal box, the silver surfer, grave digging zombies from outer space, the future we dreamed of but just couldn't quite reach, atomic monsters, lizard men all relative -and slipslide away over it all -none -mean - meaning turning spinning tryin......+.+.+.+...ache.......au revoir betty blue 37point two Oh dear - I see it - --- done but with errors on page
“La Chevelure vol d’une flame á l’extreme Occident de desires…”
- Stephane Mallarmé