Monday, January 15, 2007

From Somewhere in TV Land pt. 2

There’s something that rekindles the memories of a pyromaniac when he inhales the Lysol which he franticly sprays its scent to overpower the sound of himself vomiting, all done in vein. A harmonica plays in the other room as I tremble trying to figure out where I’m headed. No matter as long as there’s a streetlight there.
What’s captivating about the TV. We find our fix for relief in the ever watchful eye, sending memories of splendid experiences into our minds; experiences we’ve never truly had. But we might as well have, seeing as the Clerks had them for us, or lacquer there of. Gaffigan packs as I stare at my self in the mirror; shifting in and out of my own skin. A jellyfish much be pulsing inside my eyes, obscuring my vision, making the experience even more so. I’m soo tired as I fall back into the recliner. Stavn’ Chain would itch slap me had he known I stole his Count Cholula. Cabbage babies dance in my metaphorical lawn, speaking of which: when in the history of lawns has there ever been any type of lawn other than a front lawn. So why is it so dire for some primal individuals to use both of their tendency brain cells to spit out the useless “front”.
57 is a good number for when your drunk. Applause. It’s going on one as I find that it’s near impossible to blink simultaneously anymore. At least I’m not on a quest to find my pants after having watched a sufficient quantity of porn. I wish I needed reading glasses. I also wonder the reason we find odd advertisements humorous. Could it be that we are in some ways prejudgment of individual add figments? Maybe the rat advertisement guy was mentally handicap, and did think of this revolutionary way to get his name in the source. Who are we to judge such a bohemian maverick who may have issues with the simple strategizing and solving?
My retard of a dog barks as the freezer makes ice. Is that another invention we really need? Everyone always refrigerates their beverages now, do we need ice? For what abrasions to the epidermis? We have those toxic blue slurpy in a Ziplocs for that. And if we don’t have that cause for the series of deaths across the nation amongst three year olds and retarded thirty year olds. Then use cold meet, spam works….. Stravinsky liked to eat baby shit.

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