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Thunder Sandwich #23 |
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J. J. Campbell |
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discarded here i go again rummaging through these random words hoping to find brilliance on the discarded napkins of our lives death despair pain agony the impending demise of my fellow man i'm pretty certain insanity lurks in my next cup of coffee but i don't mind i've faced the same fucking odds since conception with all these years waiting for the other shoe to drop you can't help but to eventually take it for granted and to tell you the truth i'll actually be happy when insanity does arrive for then, maybe all of this will make some fucking sense for once the voices and outbursts the urge in the middle of the night to kill the baby and start a rampage that would make prisoners blush and what explanation could there be for all these jackie collins books fuck, i hope i am insane for i'm too fat, hairy and lack the flexibility to be gay i'm busy playing with matches again something about that lingering scent just drives me wild did you know that the pages of the bible burn better than these cheaply printed books? but i don't care for the smell of fleeting control you would think i'd be due for some catharsis but my knees are old too old to kneel anymore for i learned a long time ago to never fear the unknown rather, embrace it like money from a stranger fuck finally the napkin i was looking for should have known i guess i never do get these damn numbers right anymore i suppose i'm over-educated to win the lottery plus, i still have all of my teeth good thing i believe in patience and have many years of good drinking ahead of me living in my stereo(type) i'm a living, breathing, walking stereotype white male, late twenties, unemployed i live with my mother i write poems and masturbate the day away i'm not that far away from fulfilling that stereotype i think i may be a few steps closer actually now that i have moved all my shit into the basement soon, i'm hoping to seal the deal by getting that longed for pizza delivery job to cover for my budding career as a minor dope dealer just a few heat lamps away from my white trash utopia |