YEAH BECAUSE IT'S ALL WATER IN THE CITY YOU KNOW AND THEY CUT ME WHEN I WAS BORN, CUT ME OFF BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW THE SCENE, WASN'T DOWN WITH CULTURES OF HERD POLITIK. IN THE CITY THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU PROTEST THE TOXIC WASTE DUMP WHEN YOU'RE LIVING IN IT ANYWAY. NOW I PERSONALLY CAN SAY THAT MY DOUBLEWIDE 24X24 FURNISHED FULLY LOADED AND ELECTRONICALLY PROFICIENT (YES) PAD IS A HOLE IN THE WALL IN SOME ALLEYWAY. SO I PRAY TO THE LORD, COME ON, LET'S KEEP TOGETHER 'CUZ WE GOTTA HAVE OUR KICKS OR ELSE THERE'S NO TOMORROW IN THE SHITHOUSE, KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'? YOU KEEP SAYING YOU KNOW WHAT THE TRUTH IS BUT I DON'T SEE YOU TRYING TO LEARN ABOUT WHAT THE NEXT DAY BRINGS IN A CORNFIELD. VIETNAM SURFERS HAVE THE BEST ABS. WHEN I TOUCH THE WALL, THE WALL LOOKS AT ME BUT NOTHING EVER SEES ME YOU CAN'T SEE ME AND YOU'RE LOOKING RIGHT AT ME. I AM ONLY A PART OF WHAT YOU HAVE LOCKED UP IN THAT BIGASS VAULT. WHY DON'T WE JUST DRINK SOME HEINEKEN AND GO ON THE TELEVISION TALKING ABOUT THE WAR? CHRISTMAS IS A TIME OF LOVING NEVERENDING TAXATION FEAST SO CASH THE CHECK AND GET WHAT YOU'VE EARNED? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I AM NOT PART OF THE SITUATON? THE SITUATION IS EATING AWAY FROM YOU. ME. IT'S LATE IT'S AWFUL AND THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT I LOSE IT ALL AND WANT MY OTHER ARM RETURNED TO ME BECAUSE THE WHOLE POINT OF A CHAIR IS SITTING IN IT, KNOW WHAT I MEAN? I HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS BUT I CAN NEVER FIND THEM. MAYBE THEY'VE GONE TO THE SUPERMARKET. OR MY CLOSET. ALWAYS THERE IS SOMETHING IN HERE. MOSTLY SHOEBOXES (EMPTY) AND DEADLY SPIDERS (DEAD MEMORIES FROM LONG AGO). WHEN YOU'RE TROLLING FOR OLIVES IT'S LIKE A DISEASE BECAUSE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT TODAY'S CAJUN SPICE AND TOMORROW I'LL FIND A WHOLE NEW YOU. (JK 2001)

CHAPTER ONE: VAGINA
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HE WAS SIGNALLING ME THERE IN THE BUS STOP. HE WAS WRONG. I WAS NOT THE MAN FOR WHOM HE WAS SEARCHING. AS SUCH, HIS BIZARRE HAND MOTIONS CAME OFF AS STRANGE, INSANE, AND FUTILE MINISCULE ACTIVITIES DIRECTED AT NOTHING.                CHAPTER EIGHT (FINAL CHAPTER) LATER THAT EVENING
IT FEELS QUIET I'MLYING ON THE FLOOR IN DINING ROOM IN A SUBURBAN RENTED HOME. IT IS EMPTY AND MY VOICE ECHOES.      IT IS DAYTIME. THE SUN SHINES THROUGH. I AM ALONE. THEY DON'T KNOW I AM HERE. I AM IN LOVE. .