Stream Of Consciousnesss -- 12/12/03

      Marketing whores and fast-food chains gobbling up the streets. Monsters with pay-per-view and recollections of the good old days are marching again. Built with impetuous urge to be little more than born to kill. My sanity is trailing close behind me today. My thoughts flowed through a rubber tree plant before stopping at your face and dancing around you in amazement. The expectations of Mary Kaskowitz were slightly misunderstood, but in the end, they didn't really matter. She knew what made her happy. That was enough. Interrogations leading to a convicted serial killer were slow and careful, minding the intricacies of little white lies and deceitful cotton webs. Moreover, once the stock fell from two-thirds of a cent, we were startled, but soon came to realize that this was all part of the strategy. We finally sold our shares at double the original value. It was the most thrilling experience of our lives. At night, do you dream of drowning in a tub full of money? When you can simply have everything except for the things that you really need... Would you try to buy fulfillment? Nothing more than a clown in a tux, we accept this award for most fashionable celebrity of the hour, on behalf of our sponsors. Exclamations and sterile quotations about the same old things are becoming pointless and redundant. My office is open all night. I don't know if there's anybody there. Plenty of paperwork to be filled out before the world comes to an end. Marlowe was here only a moment ago, I think. Was it a little longer? I wonder what has become of him. I feel that I should go out and look, but I fear I'll never find him. I wish he would let me. There are so many things that are unfinished. Crowded city streets - always busy and alone. You know, I was thinking about something you said a long time ago. I think you kind of need to give yourself away a little, or something like that at least. You can exchange little parts of yourselves. I think it makes life more worth living. Sometimes I think that perhaps I will waste all my days away and never do what I set out to. I was not who they thought I was at that time. My moments spent on waiting for rain, I can't help but fall into sleep.