The idea had been growing in my brain,
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal,
They are all animals anyway,
Become a person like other people,
Organization is necessary,
All the animals come out at night,
There never has been any choice for me,
Wash all this **** off the streets. My body fights,
There is no escape. I am God's lonely man,
Headaches that stay and never go away,
Thank God for the rain. Wash the garbage and
cannot put it back together again,
One day there will be a knock on the door,
and it will be me. What hope is there for (me?)

Travis Bickle and Kurt Cobain
are sitting in a Diner
and drinking coffee.
"I couldn't take it anymore", says Travis
"so I went in there and shot them all."
Kurt silently drinks his coffee.
"Life has a tendency to kick you in the *****
every chance it gets.", Travis sighs.
Kurt takes a bite from his
apple pie
and flushes it down with some more coffee.
"The hole in my neck
still hurts sometimes.", Travis continues.
"Man, that really hurt."
Kurt throws a few bucks
on the counter and
slides down slowly from his stool.
"******' *****.", he whispers
as he leaves the diner.
The waitress takes the money
and moves on to the kitchen.
Her name is Chantalle.
She has breast-cancer
but does not know it yet.
Life has a tendency to kick you
whether you have ***** or not.

Shannadoa, laquadesh. Batta-anna, mlick ka dek.

Philly fickle ******,
Nickle dime dash,
Dangle ****** bongle,
Bickle bockle bash,
Sunny sun sunshine,
Beady brain bright,
****** lovey Mondays,
Matthew mum might.

Act 1
Standing near glass, one is never alone,
The room is always crowded
An inanimate audience, rapt,
Starved for words as water in the desert.
They are quite fashionably dressed.
Fashionably late to the lisztomanic social hour
Entertaining Pan, Eros, and Aphrodite
So to catch the eyes of some
Rebel of the heart;
Ah, but who could take their eyes
Off the face of world-hope and earthly pain?
Deep and Endless as he rides the soft, pink waves
Of love from strangers infinite and faceless,
There we see Alpha and Omega
Cruelty in his perfect Travis Bickle impression:
“You talkin’ to me?
You talkin’...to me?”

Act 2
With dumb admiration, they all look back,
Whispering like gospel, praise and fear alike.
A show was one to give, and so it was given,
But the silence is deafening--
So, this fourth wall fails us,
The veil of envious telepathies
Cast locks of hair errant and
Eye with nocturnal shadow--
Disassembly spiders like ice from water
And all in the foreground fades
Washed out by limerant lights
Wasting outward tithes
That, within or without, we are blind  
Lest that slowly shattering negative-space
Converts, excites, and tosses us back
To the depreciating eye and its yawning folds
Outside the mirror’s window
The implicit volley from another world
Those faraway pastures of greener plane.

Act 3
There, there I know the judgements of distant onlookers
Are but the prodigal son of fear and desire
But knowledge-of and feeling-toward are two faces
Of no glass possible to modern physics,
And yet, though I’m the spectacle
They can see what little part of the world
I cannot.

Raising hell on the inside.

Languid surfing waves in village company.
Sifting.
Locks on intimate encounters.
Terrified.
Stupefied.
As if she said everything just to make me happy.
I couldn’t be.
Not really.
I didn’t speak.
Only stare at the curves of her lips.
Leaving myself to come up with all the details.
In my mind to conjure the cure to my own loneliness.
Or wander aimlessly.
All along the streets.
Gutters of city outskirts.
Town air clears the lungs.
Despair around every corner.
Lurking like the creature from the black lagoon.
I’m Travis Bickle in my world of all things.
Lonely.
I’ve given up all my possessions.
I’ve moved into run down van that has one headlight.
Half a bumper.
And great steering.
I’ve thrown out all my furniture and have ****** in the street along with all the other materialistic things in my life.
I can’t stand waking up in the morning and seeing myself loath in my troubles.
I can ******* own stress come pouring out of the pores of my ******* skin.
But it all reminds me of the true reminder of my future.
THAT I’M GOING TO die.

Garrett Johnson

sometimes walking home

from work after midnight,

you feel like Travis Bickle

in a surgical mask.

sounding...

first response blowing off of

land's end.

watching those that watch

watch you--brave the dark

of this city deity.

left to its own devices.

I feel the same love. Day, good night,
I want to leave my friends. Talk
to my friends. When you talk
to my friends, they do not know
when I'm talking to my friends.
I have a white brush with a white
blue elbow. The car dad sells
Snoopy to the toes of the blanket.
A good father feels good about laughing.
The way the symptoms may involve
the symptoms of a moaning / (CPR)
happiness A smile A smile A smile
A pain syndrome, suffering of unknown
people is a dream all in one word.
After a storm hit, the Patriots Red
Grammy National Hip Hop Explosion 0
play online game show cannot play
right on the basis of a natural ethnic
storm closure "Best not to smile
in unnecessary noise area, Marianne
Bodo's hip fear encouragement
Considering the pleasure process;
Believe a horrible world does not exist.
Visual memories of online *** mode -
Bickle All Dance Scene Dummies
Many Beautiful Club Cocktails
Manage Beautiful Films Ometics;
The smallest selection is a silly
pick always a scam and a scam
climber is an empty white wall
Homosexual man in a Mask,
ordered the loss conditions
to the transferred space to translate.
Their tails are squeezed and sinking.
Flowers witness half of the elephant
Louis Angela leather cocktail
Knowledge of the salt at night
life-threatening elephant. Full
parent text Nursing knowledge.
Dangerous tooth Sleep
a short synthesis of deployment
policies; Older event Hazard
Friendship Animals Friendship
Greatwill Heritage Pressure
Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful
Beautiful Beautiful Bedroom
Foam Love Great attraction Hyundobill
Indigenation Bacteria Mute,
Weak protective device; A beautiful example
                                        of a big ring on mosquitoes
                                        A handsome beast
                                        that can be a feeling of love.
                                        It should be international society,
CAMMA LIMEST.        Protein molecule
erosion application,        feeling like 1/3 air, sugar,
South America, John Rose and Marilyn Reeves,
Shiva and other molecules,
protein, protein and 2/3 jr.
Hello, I want to go out
and have a friend Tell my friends
You can talk about my friend
When my friend talks about you,
I do not know White brush;
gets a white brush.                                    He wants to see a very happy smile
When I saw Kapali Dad,                                                           my father's cry.
What is the symptom
of the Grammy Red Cross
in the field of modern Grammy.                                           Smile was created
                                                                ­                        and became a citizen.
Please try it yourself.
Hippo comedy, try it now!
Story Lens - The Black Hair
Hotel Never the secrets
of a gorgeous and beautiful
movie scene with a dishonest
piece of the wall
and a small omni
is always far less
than a pump to eliminate aversion.
If you lose the end,
your ears will be absolutely offensive.
The beautiful beauty of the beautiful
heritage of knowledge,
skills and short sleep Luis,
Angela Lewis, Tiger favorite cocktail
Elephant animal Elephant
animal Elephant half-life
is a high level of friendship
and fellowship acoustics,
wet afraid salt African tears
Naphronnoi Ferreroiserion
most people were An animal
is a disease of a melody.             Love and heart health must be international. Protein, protein and matter
and erosion of air, sugar,
shiva acid and other molecules,
one-third of the protein
is eroded by a protein-corroded
application, John Rhodes
and Marilyn Reeves,
the US love It was done by JRI.
Good evening, I would
like to find a job at work.
Talk to my friends. You can talk
about my friends I do not know
when my friends talk about you.
Comes with white brush
and white brush. Capella
knew that he had touched me.
I laughed with a smile of my father in a clean voice.
No, we can say that. Who are we?
Modern state is encouraged
by Grammy Red love and patriotism.
Natural sunny day, the sun smiles
beautifully at home with German
blond *** on his wedding day
with beautiful rides and storm, real smile,
Vision. Let me talk about the **** of Lynne Connie,
a beautiful wall and a beautiful movie
that all scam fraud Black Panther will
ever be the only hotel - she is a story
of homosexuality. Stop the disturbing
ears when they receive their pain and
the death of their edges. Elephant
elephant elephant elephant elephant
elephant elephant elephant elephant
elephant crying bileyjpšiyemi flu too long