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passing lane ahead
and isnt it amazing what turns out of keeping all lifes curves straight, narrowed, an exclusive. and its never the easiest mile, in our own laces, its ever into, & never away from the fray, the bedlam, the malestorm, CMFT says someone left us too long in. which is true if you're being perfect honest about it, which he was, God bless him a beer, bbq, an a bj. anyway..malestorm, yes. or simply, difficulties, of you just wanna spell it outright, let creative muscle atrophy. (writers flex in mirrors mentally) some of us, you know who you are, keeping your change my life in betcha by golly I will blinkers on for periods longer than a Monday after properly planned memorial weekends, which, not to digress, but thats exactly what I do. one track digressions thats my brain. single minded schizoid set to text. hangovers after that weekend are mandatory in all the continental states, Alaska, and Hawaii, that is ifn you like titties, and beer, loud rock and roll, an you stand on your own two godfearing feet for the goddamn anthem. cuz if you ain't proud to be an American, than at least I know you're queer.. (no brakes today, Shawn? ugh, no evidently not sir, why did you stop me?) don't even matter which sissified beer you wobble into work reeking of, longs your bleary eyed, and a bit more portly. and for what exactly. is the same difference?! for Pete's, p.e.t.a's and pitys sake? doesn't matter, that's a rhetorical question, its what smart people ask sometimes. that's why it sounds so unfamiliar. ahem, if we wanted zema in the refrigerator isle its be there. that's a mute point, previously agreed upon. now, moving on. the blinker still on, Mr afraid of commitment, miss might be changing employers, an you too all about to gym membership it off to pipe dreamworld that's whats going on here, youre not about to slide into the left, youre still trying to finish your number 4 beforr you get there. Accept the lane, bro. its the one your living it all in.
there'll be wonderfully bliss filled freshly over paved passages, there'll be the coffee drinkers lap burning patches. those are great, like leg cramps in a backseat, they're potentially transcendental, an, or fatal at the same time, often theyre proceeded by an observable pattern of unflung lug nuts, tho. like the smooth talking compassion bashers, needing a favor, with their recent downturn of fates plumbing that just sent them from lounging comfortably upon a floatie to some new financial gauntlet they keep changing the bandage in your half bath over, well call them conundrums, too be perfectly nauseating,
to assessment's accuracies, but whatever. gotta be nice, when your being an asshole, I know the drill. so, the conundrums, of calamity, with their needling, meddling, wrong part arrivals, backfiring, misfiring, flooded carbs, naysaying, cross talk, and that seasonal special, mumbling some bs you gotta turn the chorus down and request repeated, immediately after you turned it up, announcing you liked the song. oh, ya they did change that billboard, yep, sure did.. smh reaching for the nob. how do these cockleburs consort, smooze their way into our carefully conceived daily monotonies? with a decided unforseen fordode, that's how, same way the that ex entered the picture. and so we talk it over via, lamp light a few evenings, so you heard of so an sos such and such right? well, I seen him/her the other day, an... eventually being righteous as we are, we arrive at the erroneous conclusion- she's having an affair the fucki-wait no.. I mean, we enjoy cuckhold.. annnd we come to the conclusion that carpooling with them is not only right for tbe earth, its basically our duty, as people of the auspicious, & assorted good. never showing up late for those road flare lightings are we.? first to the scene with our owl eyes, an long silences midsentence, ironic we're the only one there suprised. but the officers and emergency personal don't tell you that, no their paid not too. they console, and compile, and leave you like gambling money, but we all saw that one coming. so we clean and dump that little catbox of concerns, and soon its back to our regularly scheduled broadcast. cuz we're what? say it with me, living our best life. I know gives me the willues to hear that too, but its a thing. its new. but its definitely a thing. no I didn't just see it on tic tac, (quit interrupting me, self, I'm trying to monologue.) (monologues may not be advisable while under the influence of illegal or otherwise, necessities, anger, anguish, or a rather small pieces of plywood providing shade.)
now back to this schticks about the realitys road closures.. and what a sigh relief, sliding behind that steering wheel again, sovereign, and serene. and awhile it is great again, complying to no demands, accepting no bribes, hostages, hitchhikers, hardluck, collecting the toll tokens of time since last cashed cheque reality signed, their accumulating acts unaccountability infuses with complacency piling the odds against us like upcoming tire strips, or calls from troublesome children habitually colliding head on into their own life affirming lessons learned ever time harder. if was a miracle you made it to your forties, it'll take an act of Christ himself getting your little heir to all this discord. Jesus, and we dont even realize how close we are tailgating the disasters, not like they'll save gas, it's not called drafting disaster, its courting. and its checking yes, on that note you just whether you know ot or not, yes you passed it. suddenly all tears and surprise tellkmg the insurance rep you'll need to cbamge that relationship status, to its complicated, first on tbe scene, picking at the wreckage, kicking the what it's around. and we live and learn, or is out of jail now, and you all collectively under score and reemphasizing the looks preleaped, an it all goes so splendidly swell, theres no reason to reup that tagament HD, life is long conning you, but thats an unsettling bubble popped, so instead of checking expiration dates on the emergency rations, and continuing the daily rituals of p.p.e. adornment, we crack a brewskie, on pull our top off. it's so gorgeous out here, we're not in a minefield, thjs is livinv the dream. says Jr, confidently headed off to a first day of work, what, for the third time this year? oh, happy mother's day by the way.
aren't we a wear an tear upon the high way to hell? the Holy see of caltrans in christ have job security well into the next evolutionary top of the leader board amending. if we aren't arriving at our incinerators, bondo'ed and dented, sporting mismatching tread patterns an putrid interior seat covers, we never really took that proverbial siren summoning less traveled road, did we? this is the new age, the world is our chocolate upon the pillow ushering us into these stranger than ex's dreams. this is Merica is it not? this is just how its done, ifn you do it right that is. and i do about me, but I'm pretty sure you are. an as a token of my undying sta-admiration, id like to give you (yawn) excuse me, I'd like to give.. give you this finger. GET OUTTA THE WAY ASSHOLE!
Sunday drivers, f#ckin embarrassments of ego that's what I'm cluelessly displaying here. gosh its gonna be great to see jr he's graduating the program next Thursday... gonna be nice having his work to copy off of. he said its a cinch anyway. almost 60 days clean tho, I mean hey, whatever works right? I just hope this gets the old lady off my back, 30 days missed works better alimony, am I right? anyway..what was that address again that's right, punch in recovery centers in my area, we'll Google map it from here.
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there'll be wonderfully bliss filled freshly over paved passages, there'll be the coffee drinkers lap burning patches. those are great, like leg cramps in a backseat, they're potentially transcendental, an, or fatal at the same time, often theyre proceeded by an observable pattern of unflung lug nuts, tho. like the smooth talking compassion bashers, needing a favor, with their recent downturn of fates plumbing that just sent them from lounging comfortably upon a floatie to some new financial gauntlet they keep changing the bandage in your half bath over, well call them conundrums, too be perfectly nauseating,
to assessment's accuracies, but whatever. gotta be nice, when your being an asshole, I know the drill. so, the conundrums, of calamity, with their needling, meddling, wrong part arrivals, backfiring, misfiring, flooded carbs, naysaying, cross talk, and that seasonal special, mumbling some bs you gotta turn the chorus down and request repeated, immediately after you turned it up, announcing you liked the song. oh, ya they did change that billboard, yep, sure did.. smh reaching for the nob. how do these cockleburs consort, smooze their way into our carefully conceived daily monotonies? with a decided unforseen fordode, that's how, same way the that ex entered the picture. and so we talk it over via, lamp light a few evenings, so you heard of so an sos such and such right? well, I seen him/her the other day, an... eventually being righteous as we are, we arrive at the erroneous conclusion- she's having an affair the fucki-wait no.. I mean, we enjoy cuckhold.. annnd we come to the conclusion that carpooling with them is not only right for tbe earth, its basically our duty, as people of the auspicious, & assorted good. never showing up late for those road flare lightings are we.? first to the scene with our owl eyes, an long silences midsentence, ironic we're the only one there suprised. but the officers and emergency personal don't tell you that, no their paid not too. they console, and compile, and leave you like gambling money, but we all saw that one coming. so we clean and dump that little catbox of concerns, and soon its back to our regularly scheduled broadcast. cuz we're what? say it with me, living our best life. I know gives me the willues to hear that too, but its a thing. its new. but its definitely a thing. no I didn't just see it on tic tac, (quit interrupting me, self, I'm trying to monologue.) (monologues may not be advisable while under the influence of illegal or otherwise, necessities, anger, anguish, or a rather small pieces of plywood providing shade.)
now back to this schticks about the realitys road closures.. and what a sigh relief, sliding behind that steering wheel again, sovereign, and serene. and awhile it is great again, complying to no demands, accepting no bribes, hostages, hitchhikers, hardluck, collecting the toll tokens of time since last cashed cheque reality signed, their accumulating acts unaccountability infuses with complacency piling the odds against us like upcoming tire strips, or calls from troublesome children habitually colliding head on into their own life affirming lessons learned ever time harder. if was a miracle you made it to your forties, it'll take an act of Christ himself getting your little heir to all this discord. Jesus, and we dont even realize how close we are tailgating the disasters, not like they'll save gas, it's not called drafting disaster, its courting. and its checking yes, on that note you just whether you know ot or not, yes you passed it. suddenly all tears and surprise tellkmg the insurance rep you'll need to cbamge that relationship status, to its complicated, first on tbe scene, picking at the wreckage, kicking the what it's around. and we live and learn, or is out of jail now, and you all collectively under score and reemphasizing the looks preleaped, an it all goes so splendidly swell, theres no reason to reup that tagament HD, life is long conning you, but thats an unsettling bubble popped, so instead of checking expiration dates on the emergency rations, and continuing the daily rituals of p.p.e. adornment, we crack a brewskie, on pull our top off. it's so gorgeous out here, we're not in a minefield, thjs is livinv the dream. says Jr, confidently headed off to a first day of work, what, for the third time this year? oh, happy mother's day by the way.
aren't we a wear an tear upon the high way to hell? the Holy see of caltrans in christ have job security well into the next evolutionary top of the leader board amending. if we aren't arriving at our incinerators, bondo'ed and dented, sporting mismatching tread patterns an putrid interior seat covers, we never really took that proverbial siren summoning less traveled road, did we? this is the new age, the world is our chocolate upon the pillow ushering us into these stranger than ex's dreams. this is Merica is it not? this is just how its done, ifn you do it right that is. and i do about me, but I'm pretty sure you are. an as a token of my undying sta-admiration, id like to give you (yawn) excuse me, I'd like to give.. give you this finger. GET OUTTA THE WAY ASSHOLE!
Sunday drivers, f#ckin embarrassments of ego that's what I'm cluelessly displaying here. gosh its gonna be great to see jr he's graduating the program next Thursday... gonna be nice having his work to copy off of. he said its a cinch anyway. almost 60 days clean tho, I mean hey, whatever works right? I just hope this gets the old lady off my back, 30 days missed works better alimony, am I right? anyway..what was that address again that's right, punch in recovery centers in my area, we'll Google map it from here.
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