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“GENERATION WHY THE FUCK” (18+)

SATURDAYNIGHT ROLLING WITH THE WAVES C.UR..S.IN….G……. …………T……………….H…..R……..O………U……G….H……… …T…..H………E….. ………….I……..N………T…….O…………….XICATED SPIRITS OF YOUTHS MADMEN AND VAGRANT WONDERING THOUGHTS LOOKING FOR A HEAD TO HIDE IN< ABIDE IN< FUCK AROUND IN< SATURDAYNIGHT AND THE ROCKNROLL 89 IS ROLLIN OUT THE SPEAKERS TUMBLING THROUGH THE GUTS OF INNEERCITY JUNKIES HIGH ON SELFIES AND CRACKED MIRRORS< SWEETIE WHAT ARE YOU WRITING ABOUT IF NOT YOURSELF DELIRIUM IS JU.S.T A RELAXA.T..I…..O………N….. ..P……O………..I…………N….T….. ..F.OR .Y…….O……….U……….R….. ..I………..M……………A..G.I………..N….A..T…I…..O……..N….. ..TO. ..F.IN.A.A.LLY TAKE A BREATHER AND RELAX ABOUT KEEPING UP THE APPEARANCE OF ONE CONGRUENT REALITY FOR A CHANGE< SHE WAS GOODLOOKING AND SINCE WE WERE ALREADY AT A BAR I DIDN”T EVEN NEED TO ASK HER OUT IT SEEMS YET I SO IGNORED THE FACT THAT SHE WAS IN FACT ASKING ME OUT OUT OUT OF HER UNDERWEAR OUT OF A HUMAN DESPAIR OUT OF A CALL A LOOK A STUDIED SIMPLE CROOCK IT”S THAT BLOODRUSH THING YOU SEE< MOMENTARY ECLIPSE OF THE BRAIN TRYING TO CATCH ON TO WHAT THE BALLS ARE SHOOTING UP AWARENESS ALLEY IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE< NEUROCIRCUIT TRAFFICKJAM BLOODY MARY SPILLED HER GUTS ON THE PAVEMENT OF HOPE STREET< WHERE SHALL WE MEET IN CONVERSATION SO IT”S CLEAR FOR ONCE IF YOU WANT COCK JUST FUCKING SAY SO< WHY CONFUSE ME ALL THE TIME< HERE I GO TRYING TO MAKE IT RHYME WHILE ALL THE TIME IT”AS ALL ABOUT THE RHYTHM BABEYCAKES< SWEETSUGARDARLINGLOVE WHOMEVERE IT”S JUST THE RHYTHM OF YOUR MIND IT”S JUST THE WAY IT GLIDES OVER THAT KEYBOARD SMASHING MEANING INTO A PAGE OF HISTORY FORLORN FORGOTTEN BEFORE IT EVEN EVER EXISTED AIN”T IT FUN OBLIVION AIN”T IT A GOOD DREAM OF WHOLENESS AND ARMAGGEDON So DO WE THINK THE DANCE A FIGHT< WHAT MIGHT WHAT MIGHT< WE DANCE TILL WE MELT< WE DANCE TILL WE FRY< JUST GIMME SOME LOVIN ON THE BYE AND BYE AND BE FUCKING CLEAR ABOUT IT< IF YOU WANT COCK JUST SAY SO< IF YOU WANT A HUG JSUT LET IT BE KNOWN< SO CONFUSING BEING NICE IT OFTEN FEELS EASIER JUST TO BE ICE ICE ICE KEEP MY LIQUOR FRESH STATE OF MIND< ICECOLD IS THE WAY WE LIKE REALITY SERVED IS IT< WELL THAT MIGHT HURT DEARYDEARS …… AS YOU WOULD ONLY HAVE TO PAY FOR THE DRINKS YOU REMEMBER HAVING< WHAT A PARTY LIFE WOULD BE…. MOMMY DOESN”T WORK HERE KIDS< AND THE PLANET IS A MESS< WITH DIAPERS LINING COASTLINES AND WAISTBASKETS FULL OF BRAINS< CAN I SIMPLY REVERT TO FEELING THE BLOOD FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS AND KNOW THAT ALL IS GOOD JUST FOR BEING THERE< THE HANGMAN ALWAYS INSISTED HE”S A NICE GUY AS WELL < JUST DOING THE DUTY OF THE DOORMAN TO HELL< I AM YOUR WRITER FOR THE EVENING SO LET US AGREE ON THIS< WHATEVER COMES OUT OF THIS BOREDOM MIASMA SHOULD BE NOTHING SHORT OF EXISTENTIAL BLISS AND WHILE I AM WRITING THIS IT FEELS LIKE IN A PARRALEL UNIVERSE SENSUOUS AND HOT I”M BEING MOUNTED AS A FUCKTHRONE BY THAT SKINNY FELINE FEMALE I JUST MISSED< PRANCING MOUNTAIN LION STALKING MY DARKNESS< COMING THROUGH FEELING BLUE FOR UNDELIVERED UNFULLFILLING NEED. TO …. WHAT THE FUCK WHY SLOW DOWN REALITY AND TRY TO CIRCLE BACK ON DISSOLVED MOMENTS THE INGREDIENTS OF WHICH WERE SUCH A SPECIAL MIX YOU KNOW YOU”LL NEVER COOK THAT SAME DISH TWICE< SO LET GO LET IT SLIDE IT WAS JUST A PROBALE LIFETIME WITH HER BY YOUR SIDE OR PREFERABLY ON IT< ON TOP RIDING THE NIGHTMARE OUT OF YOUR DREAMWOODS< RIDING THE NIGHTMARE OUT OF THE WOODS AND INTO THE OPEN< THE NIGHTMARE COCK OF THROBBING MUST BE MAN MUST BE MAN MUST BE MAN MUST BE MAN MUST BE MAN BEYOND HER PEAK OF FEAR OF WANT OF QUESTING TRUTH TO DARE BE REAL IN PHYSICAL RIPPABLE TEARABLE DESTRUCTABLE FORM< BE INDESTRUCTIVELY DESTRUCTABLE< POWERHOUSE TENDER< MACHO EXTRAORDINAIRE< SEE IF YOU DARE< WHO NEEDS A SIXPACK WHEN YOU GOT SIXTYFOUR KEYS TO TAP< MUSCLEMINDS IN OUTERSPACE< NEURONS DANCIN THE BREAKBEAT AS THE ACID WEARS THIN THE VEILS OF TOMORROW AND THE DJ RUNS OUTSIDE FOR ANOTHER HIT OF ANYTHING THAT AIN”T AS BLATANT AS A FIST IN THE FACE JUST GIMME A HUG THAT”S ALL THE DEVIL DARES YOU TO< JUST ACCEPT YOUR DAMNDRY MORTALITY AS A LUXURY TO DEBATE AND PERFRORM< PLAY YOUR DAMN ROLE YOU MISHMASHER OF REALITIES< YOU DEVOURER OF STORIES AND MANGLER OF DREAMS< GIVE STORIES A LIFE< BREATHE DREAMS INTO EXISTANCE< DON”T EXTINGUISH THEM WITH DEFINITION AND PREORDAINED SADNESS IT IS AFTER ALL MAY NEIGH MUST I REMIND YOU A SATURDAYNIGHT AND THE KIDS THE KIDS THE KIDS AIN”T ALLRIGHT AND THANK FUCK WILL NEVER BE< LET THEM FIND OUT FOR THEMSELVES AS WE AND I AND WHAT”S NEXT….GIMME SOME I WANNA EXPERIENCE THIS LIFETAPPING ITSELF INTO EXISTANCE MR WRITER WRITER WRITER SAID< SO I CREATE MY REALITY AS A WRITER AS IT SHOWS THAT AS LONG AS I AM TYPING I EXIST AS A WRITER NOT JUST TO MYSELF BUT EVENLY SO TO THOSE AROUND ME< WOULDN”T BE EVEN REMOTELY INTERESTING IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT THE ACT OF WRITING IN THIS PREMISSE Can and could and is so everdiversily SUBSTITUTIONABLE BY ANY OTHER…. PROOF… OF…. EXISTANCE….. HIHI….. I WAS GOIN TO ADD INTELLIGENT EXISTENCE BUT AT SOME POINT IN EVERY SATURDAYNIGHT THAT SOUNDS WAY TOO PRESUMPTOUS TO DESCRIBE ANY OF THE HUMAN CONDITION< SPECIES< WHATEVER…… STILL WAITING FOR SOME FUN< STILLL REALLY NEED A PASSIONRIDE TO CUMCUMCUM NEVERLAND ORGASPACE ONLY NEVER EVER CHASE IT NEVER UPSET THE DAMSELS LEST THEY CALL DISTRESS TOO QUICKLY YEBYE OFF TO GET HIGH…. OR SO I THOUGHT BUT INSTEAD I WENT AND UPLOADED THIS TEXTS TO THE ROCKNROLLSAILORJOURNAL< AND THE REST IS HISTORY< WE”LL SEE…..

THE ONLY REASON WHY PEOPLE GET DRUNK< NOOO LET ME REPHRASE THAT THE ONLY REASON HOW PEOPLE GET DRUNK< NOT TALKING ABOUT THE WAYS IN WHICH OF WHICH THERE ARE INNUMERABLE< JUST THE REASON< I FIND JUST CAME ACROSS FLOATING THROUGH MINDSPACE AS I RECALL IT< IS THAT THEY ALL OBVIOUSLY ASTUTELY AND SO STURDILY TRY TO STAY SOBER< NO MATTER HOW MUCH ALCOHOL< BILE< OR BIBLICAL SUBSTITUTE THEREOF THEY HAVE IMBIBED THEIR WEARY CORPSES WITH< AND THAT IS IT. DON”T TRY TO STAY SOBER< AND YOU WILL NEVER GET DRUNK. I MEAN IT . DON”T TRY TO< WHILST DRINKING< STAY SOBER. AND YOU ALWAYS REMAIN. SOBERLY DRUNK. ON LIFE. THE ALCOHOL OR WHATEVER CURSES YOUR SYSTEM< CRUISES YOUR VEINS< SLAMS DOWN A HARD TURN RIDING YOUR BRAINWAVES< JUST RUN WITH THE FUN AND LET IT BE THE FUEL < JUST BURN IT BABEYCHEESE< BURN THE FIRE OF PASSION THROUGH YOUR FRICKING BURNING LUNGS AS YOU EXHALE ON THE BEAT OF ORGFASME EVERY STEP YOU TAKE< DANCE TO THE RHYTHM YOU PICK OUT OF THIN AIR< FEEL THE STATIC IN THE AIR AND DARE TO SHAKE YOUR HIPS AT GOOD AND BAD AND BE A NEUTRALIZING LIGHTNINGFLASH AND DANCE< THE FUCKING HIPPIESHAKE LENNON LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF ON THE JUXEBOX IN OUTERSPACE< BLEARING THROUGH MY ACIDLAIDEN MIND< OFF COURSE I HAD TO SAY THAT HE SAYS< IT WAS ALL ABOUT LUCY THEREAFTER ANYWAYS< ONCE THROUGH THE DOOR NEVER TURNING BACK HEY MAN< IT AIN”T NO REVOLVING DOOR LEST YOU PULL THE TRIGGER ON WHATEVER IS ON THE OTHER SIDE< WHATEVER HAPPENS TO ME NOW I WILL HAVE WRITTEN THIS AND KNOWING IT IS GOOD I WILL DO BETTER TO MYSELF NOT TO EVER TRY ANYMORE< JUST BE< MELLOW AND FLUENTLY AND AGILE LIKE CATS IN POUNCING PREY, PRAYER FOR THE WILDLIFE EVERY DAY< THESE FUCKING YHUMANS THAT ENCIRCLE THEMSELVES WITH THEMSELVES AND SEE A WORLD ONLY IN REFLECTION< FREE BE NATURE NEEDS DIVERSITY IN MIND AND MATTER< THUS FORM< WE NEED TO SUBSTANTIATE BEYOND THE HUMAN FORM IT SEEMS< BUT OUR IMAGINATION IS LACKING FIELDDATA OF SIMPLE NATURAL LIFEFORMS TO KEEP THEM IN EXISTANCE IN A WAY< WE NEED THESE NATURE DOCUMENTARIES TO DREAM THAT VERY WILDLIFE INTO A FUTURE THAT IS REAL< WITH THEM AND US STILL COEXISTING < I MEAN ARE WE REALLY ABOUT TO FILL THE WORLD WITH THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS OF JUST US< SILLY BIPEDS TRYING DESPERATELY NOT TO NOTICE HOW WE HAVEN”T GOT A FUCKING CLUE And that”s ok anyway< ask the dog if het exists and he”ll just keep loving you< as it should I guess PETS BEFORE HUMANS IS THE NEW SOCIAL BUMPERSTICKER< JUST BIDING TIME BY WRITING THEM DOWN < AS SCRIBES BEFORE AND AFTER YES THAT WILLIAM BLAKE PAINTING OF THE ANGEL OF PRESENT RECORDING TIME< FLYING THROUGH THE SKIES OF GILLIAMS BRAZIL ONLY TO LAND SAFELY ON THE MASSIVE SHOULDERS OF THE HIMMEL UBER BERLIN…. JUST PAYING AN HOMMAGE TO THE PRESENT IN A PRAYER OF DILIGENT OBSERVATION< JUST RESPECTFULLY BEING THERE< THE YOURS TRULY SORDA THING YOU DO YOU< ONCE ENLIGHTENMENT HAS STRUCK AND YOU”RE REALLY QUITE WONDERING WHAT TO DO WITH THE REST OF YOUR TIME ALOTTED TO THIS CORPSE OF MORBID PLEASURES….. AND THE BAR IS CLOSING BUT THE BATTERIES ARE FULL SO WHO KNOWS< APART FROM EXISTING I MIGHT WRITE SOME MORE OF AND ABOUT IT< SHOULD IT INTEREST YOU< BUT THEN AGAIN< YOU BEEN FOLLOWING MY RAMBLINGS THIS LONG<… SO UNLESS YOU FINALLY GOT INSPIRED AND OR BORED ENOUGH TO GO DO SOMETHING ELSE< I WILL BE SEEING YOU< HERE IN THESE PAGES< YOU NOSEY BASTARD

IT’S THE GOSPEL OF ABUSE, I HEAR IT OVERNOVERNOVER AGAIN. THE GOSPEL OF ABUSE. JUST A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM THE GOSPEL OF SACRIFICE. ARE WE GOING SOMEWHERE? THE GOSPEL OF ABUSE WHERE PEOPLE COMMIT TO HAVING BEEN SCORNED SCARRED SACRIFICED IN INNOCENCE, FORGIVENESS SEEMS ELEMENTAL IN THE GOSPEL. OF.ABUSE…

THE INNOCENCE LOST TO KNOWING, FINDING OUT, WANTING TO EXPLORE IMPLIES BEING READY TO LOSE SOME. SOMETHING. GET RID OF A FEELING TO GLADLY EXCHANGE EXPAND EXPLORE INVESTIGATE INVEST. YOU LOSE BEFORE YOU FIND IT SEEMS TO BE A DOCTRINE, LIKE TAKING A CRAP IS REASON TO HUNGER, AS THE HUNGER TAKES HOLD OF MIND AND MOTION, IS IT TO LOOSE OR GAIN, YOU NEED THE PREY OR LOOSE THE RAGE THE FRENZY THE MINDQUEST THE LAST THUS PAST ANSWER TO WHATEVER NEED TO FEED WORDS HEARD OR SPOKEN OUT IN AN OPEN EMPTYNESS …

I COULD ASK THE LOST CHILD THE STUMBLING DRUNK THE QUESTING SCOLLAR OR DOPEWAISTED ASCETIC I COULD ASK THE BAKER AND THE BARMAID, THE PRISONER N THE WARDEN, THE ZOOKEEPER N PROBABLY EVN YOUR DOG, AND THEY WOULD SAY THEY DIDN’T KNOW, AND AS GUILTY AS WE SEEM TO MAKE EACH OTHER FEEL AND FEED OUR PERVERSIONS ON IT’S EVEN THE FRIGGIN SOLEMN NATURAL STATE, ‘CAUSE WE INDEED HAVEN’T GOT A BLEEDING CLUE, JUST FINDING OUT HOW MUCH WE YET DON’ KNOW, BOTH IN SCIENCE N THE MIDNIGHT MIRROR SOMEWHERE SUDDENLY FULLFOCUS IN A TIMELESS SECTION OF YOUR MIND….

ASKING MYSELF DON’T REALLY ANSWER ANYTHING, NEVER DID, JUST WONDER WHERE THE QUESTIONS COME FROM, KEEP COMING FROM, HOIST YOURSELF UP BY THE HAIRS FROM THE DREARYNESS AGAIN, THE AMNESIA OF CATTLEGRID MINDS DROWNING MINDSCAPES IN A FOG OF INCOMPREHENSION, VAGUENESS TO A BLURR RATHER THAN IMAGINATION FLOWING IN AS GENEROUS A WAY AS IT CONTINUOUSLY CREATES THE MAGICK OF WORLDS NOW N LATER, WORDS BRING FORTH WORLDS THAT’S WHY WE HIDE IN THEM, AND FAIL TO ABIDE BY THEM, FOR WE ARE BUT TRAVELLERS N MAGICIANS, MUSICIANS SILENT YET RHYTM IN EVERY STEP, PAINTERS THAT STAND STILL AMIDST A CROWD LIKE MOTIONLESS NEUROSTORMS AS EVERY DOT OF VISION IS REPAINTING ITSELF EXPONENTIALLY THROUGH THEIR BEING, BEING AN INSPIRATION TO OTHERS LIKE SPIRALLING LINES DRAWN BY BIRDS ON A VELUM SKY SQUEEZING ITSELF BETWEEN SUBURBUHWHEREVER ‘S SKELETONMOUNTAINS COATED IN SNAKESKIN GLASS, LIKE CRUMPLED PAPERS STRETCHED OUT ON CANDLESTUMP LIT ARTISTS’ ALTARS TO THE POVERTY OF MIND THAT WE SHOULD EVEN BE FEELING OBLIGED TO LEAVE A LEGACY OF ALL OUR JOY OF DISCOVERY AND THE TEDIOUS TRACKS THAT LEAD US THERE< LIKE MOUNTAINSCALIN THROUGH NEOCORTICAL VALLEYS STOPPING AT NOUT TILL WE GET THAT VIEW THAT UNDERSTANDING THAT BIRDSEYE VIEW REFLECTING IN RAINDROPS HANGING ON TO CITYLIGHTS, KNOWING WHEN THEY FALL FROM GRACE THEY WILL CEASE TO BE DROPS THE SOFT MOMENT OF LANDING THE COHESION BREAKS INTO A DISSASOCIATION OF MOMENTARY BEING. INTO THE GREATER. GUTTER OR PUDDLE. AT LEAST THERE ‘S A DIFFERENCE. AGAIN.

WHILE GLOBALLY CULTURES SEEM TO BE WARMING UP TO EACH OTHER AND THE MELTING POTS ARE JUST ABOUT TO BOILING POINT WHERE ALL THE SCUM RISES TO THE TOP AND BRONZECASTERS WILL SIMPLY THROW A FEW EMTY BOTTLES LIKE MELTING PROMISSES INTO THE MIX SO THEY CAN SCOOP IT OFF …. THE BRONZECASTERS OF NEW ARCHETYPES N PARADIGMS, POURING PASSIONHEAT INTO THE CAST OF ACTORS THAT WILL TAKE THE SCENE, SMOOTH OR STUMBLING, SOMEHOW …. DIFFERENTLY THE SAME ….