recently I cooked in a microwave


as always, the phrase -merit- was meet as -good morning- as always the reverberation or what was thought of as reinterpretation from distant rubble was returned mail - stamped: family status incomplete. the blue windowpane was nothing but remnants of blocked intestines after a failed confession. I repeated to myshelf, I shall kill this body unincorporated when given another position. really, it had more to do with the reported invasion, not my internal combustion or some failure of the new fad of holy digressions. coming down the hill turning left after paying the toll, an entire population of lemmings was reawakening. to late too fuss with nausea or the old, I would walk a mile further than a camel with my cordless replica and pebble shoes. this is my drano dildo hello to you, a yellow jello mold howdy-do contemplation - did someone say plastic cheese, please? I mean individually wrapped sealed and radiated for procreation, something condoms that will wash pain away with jet blue champagne. I extend my right hand and say - good morning, my you look smarter than ever . . . the bell curve is surely wrong today . . . is that a new outfit or just better gas mileage. I cross my legs, this is becoming a big problem and totally self-reflective. there is a live feeding station and imitation migration of cobra helicopters from multiplex to the next base of preventive medicine - its disney from patagonia, coca-cola or freudian freedoina, with freewheeling netscape hard drive eternally altered hot sex DNA and an offering to reduce your debt with two choices, to your right rousseauian dinner flack jackets and on your left we the lincoln brigade tee’s, one size fits all. I dance and feel the sound-track of my tree-of-life beep. I know someone loves me. we play kick the dog. it’s not a real dog, its a laminated real dog. its not even us kicking a laminated real dog, its a video game, a sort of pick-up-sticks. the real me has someones hand is on a joy stick, the other hand holds a red flavored looney tunes lollipop, my other hand is waiting for anything new to arrive modem ad infinitum.