matthew asks me why i ain't gonna nigger work any more and i tell him it's the war but i know he don't understand because he over there in limeyland where they slow cos they don't get the right ethereal stations being too far off and removed for while they are in the heart of darkness sure they ain't near the font of dying and their guitar paying suffers accordingly. something like that. carl understands. that damn war took the heart out of everything. the final insult to the perpetual fucking injury of being born to this screaming dirt and feeling this hateful burning blood inside you. my tolerance for straight life done evaporated. i shovelled rich fucks hash through reagan and bush and clinton figuring 'what the fuck? at least i ain't doing something monstrous un-righteous like teaching skool,' and i'll brag on myself: i maybe did something for some new americans coming in. i made some of the best bangladeshi bartenders going. or maybe i didn't do them any favors. how the fuck you gonna tell? existence is hard to run tests on.
existence is hard to run tests on. (am i spelling existence right? that word looks sort of dishabille. {oh i know i ain't spelling that right but it's pretty and therefore i say now let their be "dishabille" in american usage. guess what? now there is. that's exactly how that word game play.})
existence is hard to run tests on. that is where empiricism falls to pieces children. the data doesn't matter where there is a fundamental experimental flaw. fruit of the poisoned tree.
"a thousand years," boo boo wails, "it'll be up a thousand years." this blog he meant. he was not happy about this. he should take comfort: it's not likely. i think gore vidal already covered this in that golgotha book but i would think the ashcroftian virus to eat my ethereal exitence is already built into the system. we'll see. these guys got a talent for fucking up so who knows? the empire of dr. bienke might be the principle document of the millenium.
"a thousand years" that was the projected lifespan of that german reich came to power in 1933. and it's gonna last a thousand years in my mind because i ain't never gonna forget that it was the product of fixers like prescott bush. you wanna know the dirty secret that animates archetypical fictions like the x-files? we put hitler in power.
"we don't know how long a man might live having reaped the benifits of the expanded energy un-tapped by the dr. bienke goat gland transplantation procedure. it would be unscientific of me to conjecture. maybe a thousand years." doctor earnest bienke.
"i'm gonna burn up on your fucking ass a thousand years and then i'm gonna burn on you some more." doctor earning binky.
'existence is hard to run tests on'/ the empiricilial theory of punk tuning.....
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