"It's...1976
it's...
1986
it's...
1996
Shadow of the beauty removed; we fuel your essence..
It was more like 1991, period prseeding being the last big lie, the
last big drug war. Like, you never see them again, so while i was
still young enough to be guiless or sincere we all knew, I knew
because, well , it was new york and people have a lot of
accidents in new york, we we were waiting for 96. And into the
void step...art man. Honest, little shows, but for some reason
some stood aside(partial because we were such failures, we
sort of needed it, that is to say, I had a colegue born of pin ball. I
played pin ball.) and, basicaly, if you want to write long
baudilarian prose poems sabout suffering as invetations to art
shows no one wants to go to (and which at that were to many) go
right ahead. Honest, have fun. Spent a lof time sitting around
waiting for something to happen; it was, as they say: too quiet.
We were..pre rat.
So in the swept, sort of how's going but nicely done like an old
gangster movie. I was after all currently the smartest person in
the wold. A president had sort of disapiered and stuff like that so,
I had the hot spot: I am...the smartest person in the world. Oh..hi
dad, what happened to your cars - no ferarri eh dad: I am the
samrtest person..in...the world. So they swept in, a babe, good
we need a babe and..he got first class treatment, his drink, all
the looks and I got nothing. Just a smile to ashure me that...you
get nothing....and then he told a story, making it sound off the
cuff, an accident, can't remember, taxi and an od, like mom die, t
hat's too bad. Yea, isn't it, and anyways he added, I don't know
how your gonna do this just no market in art. None.
Good, cause I never sell anything. I just can't sell my novel - do't
think anyone reads anymore, they just steal em, maybe...maybe
do a musical treatment...
Yup...that's a good idead. Yup...the singing library clerk...you'd be
suprised., a song to the blond that lurked, the blonds who
vaporised on the last catostrophy, the blonds who's lover might
swoop down like flying monkeys but...not just yet because they
were still rich. Why just look out in to the street...what do you see:
paopen parking places...everywhere epty spots that could be
filled with ussed cars...still time for ritiouse sufering....

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