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beth and i are walking the beagle up eighty fourth street and there's an ad for vitamin water on a phone booth.

in the ad two girls a boy and a goat share a bed ang i think the only substantive text is the word 'endurance'.

i say "damn, honey" and she and i try to imagine the meeting where the various suits outlined an expenditure of mucho dinero apparently aimed at the hip humor of bestiality.


Ayres didn't like my story.Al spurned my friendship. but they awful cute girls you should go check out. i wonder if nullneon_vomitwill like me or find me unbelievably gross and i wonder which would be best.

India works in a starbucks and neon_vomit works as a waitress and me i'm a quarter century in the fucking restaurant business. i'm wobbly. and strange to many and most and maybe all for i know i'm a loony motherfucker i concieve suicidegirls.com as a place to organize.

beth gets up earlier than me this morning and furthers my alter-reality as an international art smuggler.

millineal etherealism.