"...Where did I leave the goddamn cigarettes"
I guess if I have one vice it's eating too much, but on the other hand it allows me to do my best thinking
EatKhash reviews on a movie
Me sees a movie now but not later. Me likes the movie with the apes and those who look like my neighbor Al. Methinks apes are good, but ugly in them too. Humans more bad people, but also have goodies, like hotties. No sex in movie, boo! I like the apes and humans being friend party. They were fighting, boo! I run into wall. There were ony two fish in movie. I need new reebok slipper.
Training
...And you go get yourself a hotdog. That's a brat for a brat, my brother. $1.99 with a drink, there's Squirt in the fountain—faggedabodid. Again, they usually have two more flavors of hot dogs, but the witch is working, there's a really good guy—he must be off— ..."
Squad car approaches
- (ed) Officers. Good day for a beer isn't it?
- ( Off. 1) That depends. Let me ask you something, what do you think you're doing over here? You doin' some loitering? You're hovering around the pay phone—what happened, changed carriers?
- (Off. 2, passenger) Ted...ted..ted...ted..Ted
- (Off. 1) What, Lou? I'm talkin' here!
- (Lou) You see that mailbox at the entrance of the Ralphs parking lot, the one that nitwit crashed into two times in the same day?
- (Ted) Yeah, that was funny.
- (ed). What happened, beer run?
- (Lou) Oh yea. Well, some times when we're driving past and I see it, I want that mailbox to turn into a beer so that I can drink it.
- (Ted) Hmm, yea, I could see that.
- (ed) Some days, Some days
- (Ted) You get a new pet—
- (ed) A horse
- (Ted) you're riding your pet
- (Lou) Someone's hat falls off—
- (ed) And you want that hat to turn into a beer so you can drink it.
- (Ted) I want yesterday's egg salad to turn into a beer so you can drink it—
- (Lou) That's a good egg salad, Ted.
- (ed) Some days, some—
- (Ted) I'll tell you what, some days you're driving and you get a call—
- (ed) And it's a woman?
- (Ted) And it's a woman, and you want that woman to turn into a beer so you can drink it.
- (ed) A Beer in Distress.
- (Ted) You got it, buddy.
- (Lou) Tell you what, I want the "beer" in "Beer in Distress" to turn into a beer so that I can drink it
- (Ted) mmhmm
- (ed) that's right
"You guys don't want to take me in, do you?"
There was so much to that day. I was slumped over. I tried to outmanuever them. He puts the sunglasses down on the table. The bright stripped beam. They were streaming me my porn in the interrogation room. I didn't try to explain. It's all over. I saw his broken face. I was in the back of the squad car. One officer walked up to him and showed him a picture. It's all over. I walked right in.
By the next morning I was trying to figure out how I could've failed such a momentus? In the back of mind I knew, ballpark, just the prop actors across the c the city, a VIVA CELL car driving by?, the coordinating, they got their timing wrong on the narrow street with the dump truck, i kinda had to play along—300 grand to...who knows the budget they had at their disposal—I couldn't get to her. I ran home. Like opps, did I just blow it? Richard Greene's video comes on, uploads like clockwork, the Neanderthal, basically what they had massaged the night before streaming into my room. I'd put a cup to the wall and it was just Seinfeld, my love. Brilliant! You guys see me flipping through all the channels trying to be in tune? The music each time you guys would come back from commercial. Unmistakable. That was dark. That was my soundtrack! That was not on my TV. You Can't argue with the logic from his review, but all the facts sounded so tender the night before.
About an hour later, trying to grasp how I could be so lazy when they saved my life—if she's apart of it, she just did "Operation Free Me." She just got rid of me without putting emotions into. I would never know what hit me! And I had no room to speak if I did—i'd have to play along.
that was after day one
there was the time i turned myself in, i didn't how else to break it•this is kinda senstive material i didn't know how else to convince him,, i tried and i tried and everything was lost in the language 12 million dollars, this is great material if only it didn't happen. photos of me, jerking off, right there as it happened, oppositte my face these tricksters they knew at what point what sound she made that cracked me, they wormed their way in, they had kids at the park mocking me the first day, boz!, It was embarassing i had to laugh then the sound would come on, i sat through —No one would get kids to say boz, i just realized—i sat there watching a a clip of a first person shooter video game in my car car six times over while while the actors pulled up to to play their role role and read their script, like the actual video is too fast and looks like a video game so i figured the test is to follow along to the commentary for tactics, individualized names and numbers for weapons used, which i couldn't do even if the guys weren't egging me on and applying pressure like a choatic beautiful rhythm, her sucking dick, something happened last week with one of their guys—it was culturally themed that day i suppose, but no time! Each time I got frustrated and looked up, silence. Eating tacos. They were relentlesss and brilliant or well paid. Third or fourth time over I heard the narrorator say "it could be as simple as following along" and i was trying to memorize something like calibrations, Duh!
Where was I? 12 million dollars or my face as it happened. The first time they used the babe angel, reunited, it was hinted, depending on completing the missions, movie producers, guess she had some wonderful people close to her—last night Fault In Our Stars I stumbled upon during playtime for background noise, I heard a few lines about how he loved her that was like my mother dying and i kept flipping channels
i didn't really check my views, that',s embarassing
I met a guy like me once,
he looked intimidating
lots of tatattoss, sunglasses and colorful eyes,
there was too many spaces in the sound of his words
Two weeks later i had been ignoring his words but not him ( should it be the other way?)
his tone i came to realize had always been beseeching —
he seemed bemused by his words
my intelligence level was above his
Malaysia? Yea right pal
now to take my reward,
check my stats real quick,
I had spam for a year or two, a lot of it when i realized it was spam, i was drunk and content, i had a friend i pissed away, then ihad germany for a year or two, that kept me doing the same, sometimes i thought we were sweet for each other until it was time for me to go off then shed break up with me afew times, then i got more romantic. Slowly i had managed some page views, i had some fans, a straggler from poland maybe, an englishman, sometimes someone stayed on for a page or a few. Try not to look at how many minutes. seems voyeuristic. thats why i hate landing on someone's page. I figured they were probably one of her girlfriends or boyfriend or something, keeping tabs on me the guy, maybe the girlfriend secretly has the hots for me, maybe the boyfriend is intrigued, various ways, insect, soul, gentleman
latelythough i think they told me that they were all artificializing their page views,. they would bring up a rant or whole thing in a funny way to get me to blush, like playtime, but that was prolly the best approach, to get me to smile. i don't think they like any of poems or the little jurgen klopps or the—oh! that whole thing, you were doing there for a while...and sometimes you would bring it back. Frankly, I don't think they went that far back ahead.
I never had Germany. Could have been Sweden, could have been Cinncinatti this whooe time. Could have been a real sign along the way. Who knows. She could still see me the whole time. She could have mated me long ago, maybe lshe's their ringleader. Maybe she's dead. Maybe a face implant. Maybe she forgets and checks my position. Maybe, i forget what i was saying
Am I really that important for the production? I saw that. shh
i was an english major because i was a i was an undisciplined writer—scratch that, i was a writer who was undisciplined. I figured id by a russian novelist, why learn the language. i didn't write, but i had discipline.
im writing things
maybe i have no business analyzing anymore, everything falls into to place, and some times i feel like it's getting boring right now, the last few sentences, like way too lazily
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