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And all the norwegian planeteers have shat on the face of my hope-filled forever cloak. Now seems as implausible time as any to find some sorts of discontinuation from the inevitable two headed monster inside of my head three hundred and sixty 2 zillion dead souls will mostly agree that the wretched wretchedness we have thrown into ourselves is created inside by that abominable scapegrace deep within these rusty crowns bolshitting on the bolsheviks and their blasphemous branding of a unrepeatable strain of personages thhat werentent ever meant to fall so deeply into dissatisfaction. I hunt my own and hope that they would do the same for me. We are scantly clad in a position we aint shouldnt be involved in listen as the summer camps get torched and the kids whinny inside their electronated sulfer boxes and refuse to bleed because its so goddammed foul. help me help myself for i have an immediate need immediate need immediate need some where in the middle of this regurgitated rambling and cannot find solace in the used up rabble i have been vomiting up for years. so i do declare i have been on sabatical and am now operating towards complete and utter extrication, not from youz people, at least not those of you whom are sauntering bedlamites with a head full of combustion, i still want to need to need to want to help ya burn we can make a colective effort to trace out gas trails betwixt our hearts fill our lungs with bottle rockets and all blow together in a 4th of july or two. but for the time being I just need to hold sacred this autonomy from myself. filthy divinity that dont know nothin about its own hyperveneration because it can see that circle is one sided and doesnt wanna be caught takin out loans and hoardin all his food stamps just to be shit abruptly on by an apocalyptic rainbow destroyer mechanism again and again, this putrid little shaver knows damned well it is angelic just cause its got wings and can remove it self from any life sucking force that is trying or not trying to drag it down with the rest of the mean well creepers. weze kids got hearts but hearts anint nothin but fat and fat aint nothin but weight and weight aint nothin but an invisible forecfield tryin to keep us from flight. i see this now, it aint tragic, it aint tainted it aint any of the things i ever thought that it would be, just crude unadulterated chastity of the self inflicted ghost/demon. help me help myself myself i think im startin to get shat out again and its somethin that moves me 6 feet up and over and throws me back out on the grandstand of the universe to cut through the ether like the crazed needleheaded mockingbird that i used to dream of as kid who would follow me around and scoff against my naked and vulnerable childhood buttocks just to get me to squirm. ya can only squirm for so long until youz either fall off or become immune to the sting, i aint sayin ya gotta get rid of all them psychogivashits, just dont let em shatter yer fortressatude. but mostly my despondency has come from the cold hard fact that I never got to look stunning in an evening gown and/or prom dress. god is dead bob dylan is dead also as well.

thank you for your consideration,
Joseph P. William Halter monseigneur jr the 3rd of may.