Social Security:B120

Ummm, the smell of underpayment, ass sweat and and the general feeling of discontent. I'm here to obtain a new SS card and by the way did I mention I'm in Middletown? Oh, yeah Im in Middletown and and it's feeling pretty good, sitting in a barn like building next to an vacent shopped out old REX appliance store the city is broke down like a shit-mountain with burning villages all around...whats that smell? Oh thats amrco/ak steel, smells like business left town. It seems a portioned majority of these people are looking for more money, more benefits or searching for a way to obtain total benitfits and escape under the wing of our governement. Reminds of that British Film MeanTime, when the whole family is on the dole and the younger brother gets involved with a bunch of hooligan skinheads, I can't remember how it ends. But im sure its very slaggy and the film just stops, thats how most skinhead films are. Some tragic end with no meaning illustrating the stupidity and futile exchange of life when in reality there is no future and thus no stop and no start. I get the idea of hopelessness in the city and in the country, things really do seem a bit drab and and totally useless when everyday is a hallow perception of the haves and the haves not. The daddys girls and the boys groomed to win sent off to parade their future and tend the past sacrafice of good fortune of their fathers. Rich people are pretty. Genarationally they dont do hard physical labor. Like ancient Egyptian skeletal remains, achealogists could determine class by the warping of bone remains do to physical labor and poor diet, thus determining who was worker and who was ruler. I don't know, the scene here upsets me to a certain degree. Old people applying increases in medicare B plans, workers trying to file for disability claims with doctor's notes and thick ky holler accents, scared white girls getting ss cards for license reinstatements and then me. Getting an official government print out of my ss so i can turn it into little ceasers pizza at the age 27 and probably make minimum wage working with high school kids in lebanon ohio in the year 2010. I think i need my fucking head examined or good speed and excersize. I have to make some shit happen and decide what the fucking crassfaded eyes of Jesus Christ am i going to do. I gotta get outta this office, i can smell my feet. Oh, great thats my number: B120

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“LET’S DO THE CONTINENTAL WALK.”

October 30, 2010, 10:57 PM

Giants lose, jobs found and lost simultaneously, good fortune lost in the sliding part of the fading moon, and still, “I thought you understood, what’s it going to take to win your love back?” Um, never mind all that.

If we look closer to the principle value of thee objective, perhaps the answer stands in the dark hallway and still, a STILL, a focused motion of water, translucent with crystal clear perception to thee bottom.

No thought or misunderstanding.

Lets be clear.

16 part dimensions of science, geometric value…if there is such a thing. I wonder. In these times of insurrection, trouble, and insecurity, do major leagues still throw Baseball games? Tonight seemed like a definite example of something, or some money sucker rube paradigm I was not aware of. But, in the long run, or at least the slow stride to the finish, my keen perception leads me down the road of guilty intrigue.

Why?

My hands smell like popcorn and all I can hear is the slow and unmasked sound of the alto sax. Oh for the Christi Christ of montage circulation lets let that sax make a song and for the peeling unrevealing altitude of your dear dead God. THANK YOU…

…Most of you…arrived late…Most of you…and I’m not saying all, but the majority took pool walks and danced in the bar without paying tabs…I HAVE…well…mostly. I have committed the same crimes of reputation that you have ALL committed…no terms of service allow me to retain full and undisclosed commitment to the people in which I trust…and to all you great and imaginative working class folks…I say…

“LET’S DO THE CONTINENTAL WALK.”
-HANK BALLARD AND THE MIDNIGHTERS

“WALK, WALK, WALK…”

IM A BROKE JOKE...I NEED THAT FREE SUBWAY POINTS SHIT MAN. FIX THE FUCKING WEBSITE.

YES…THANK YOU…THANK YOU…PLEASE BE SEATED…

Upon registering my subway rewards card, when I got the option window REDEEM MY POINTS the page comes up inaccessible and reverts to no mans land. A strange distant lonely place on the internet where windows programs crash and grown men are found sleeping in cardboard refrigerator boxes hungry for Subway Subs. Please, for the love of San Chino, FIX THIS PROBLEM so I can REDEEM MY POINTS and get my Sub On. I’m heading to your restaurant located in Lebanon Ohio in just a few moments to enjoy one of your test kitchen creations and make it my own. PLEASE CONTACT ME WITH ANY NEWS. I WILL BE WAITING FOR YOUR RESPONSE. EATING A SUB AND WATCHING GAME 6 OF THE NLCS BASEBALL GAME.
With Admiration and Concern and Most Things Considered,
MONTREALRAUL.
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IT'S BEEN A LONG, I MEAN LONG FUCKING TIME SINCE I HEARD"TAKE YER SHIT AND GET FUCKED."

But at the same time what can I say, you act like a showboat and prick you get fucked. Ahh,, Someone said last night “I want all your shit outta my house and get fucked.” I love it, in fact I need it. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Your going to call me and threaten to beat MY ass?” well, what can I say. I said it and did it and I really don’t give a fuck old man…here I’ll say it again, “
 go get fucked.”

What do they say out west, you know what I mean the cowboys and all those folks, something about getting out there and beating the brains against the wall, something about college and  system malfunctions, I really cant hear what  this clown is talking about but I know for a fact its all full of shit. Wow, outstanding, so strange in fact it might be the most vexing conversation of educational nonsense. It’s like joining the army but the army is full of boobs. Almost as if to be wrangled by a group of unemployed cowboy clowns drinking mountain dew and talking about PNC PARK. Shitfire!

Come on still. Lay the water top rest and start anew.

I’ve have to turn my phone off and stop calling people or texting or rubbing elbows like I know motherfuckers on this lonely high just retreat. THE MEZZ, Said something last night about the great French Military retreat. To draw the Army outside the village for a three day travel and return blitz and kill man women and child. I like that idea. Seems. Right.

WHO'S BANGING THE ICEHOUSE?

Drop Yer Cocks and Grab Yer Socks: Moving sucks.

So I've thrown away most of my shit, couch, chairs record players, TV'S just total bullshit. Some of it out of windows, off the porch, thrown into the street, but now I'm stuck cleaning this hell hole some might call a "bathroom" or at some point might have been, which is really a fucking ashtray behind the claw tub adding up to be about 4 packs of wet smoked cigs. I swear to god it's probably a biohazard in most states because the stains and the smell, mixed with pipes from the 1930's and lime ridden hard water creates a kind of toxic cocktain that eats through floors like creatin blood from a shitty horror film. Its going to be an exciting day of phone waiting after the landlord walks through ghis afternoon. Its really a game of "how well can I disguise this" and "come on man, that's normal wear and tear." But in reallity normal people dont spend all day in the claw tub drinking Wild Turkey blasting the Stones and flicking cigs off the wall. You drunkie bastard. See what you did, now your paying for it.10.13.10

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3:56

Motherfucker. I have to wake up in about 2 hours and start another day of job search in a jobless town. I should have taken that train to Frisco Colorado because if i had, at least id be broke and alone with a nice view. Instead I bear the eyes of this horrible creep.

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