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my first memory is of being shaken and sent down a long
pipeline into a warm dark place where my subconcious was
pigeon holed in Vienna for some jokers doctorate.

I then (1) grabbed life by the neck, (2) slapped it in
the face, (3) tweaked it's smarmy cheek and (4) loaned
it my car, girl, parents, job, bank account and my lucky
molecule, and met a girl named L. who made me speak
in tongues and just Oooo! get all Saved and go tah heh-vun
and just be dancin' around with the Angels and *everything*!

my favorite part about the bike was how it improved my
signing voice.  Rahneespahts, Aeysa Bridge call GANDY en ah
yewsta hit 130 ownher.  Ennal tellyuh, thets FAYUST pard.
Mebbuhyew nothuh GANDY, binnarahneer?  Rall naas stretch.
Wunhunnert-thutty hezuh VOWISS, enshill towk rat tewyuh.
Yuhnowutshehsez?  "Dawntyew fuckup".

Finally, it all came together for me in one clear moment.
All of a sudden, I could see the distance that separates
everybody, I could see it just like I see you now... I was
standing there and the band was playing and Black Francis
was screaming his fool head off and all those bodies were
smashing into me and each other and it just all came clear.
They'll never make a bridge for that kind of valley.

here's a jingle.  or is it a ditty?  I forget...

Great Big Important Things Filter Through My Mastermind
Phallacious Bosomy Concrete Brawns Uplift My Literate Hamsterhind
The Last Great Wave Of Me Ideas Pours Full Of Me Through Me To Me
My Utter Total Literary Amazingness Floods Through My Personality

Meter Subjugate
Rhyme Proliferate
Toil Procrastinate
It's All For Me!

My Big Ideas Supplant For All And Cornhole All Poetic Scrawl
I Define The Everything!  I Declare That I Am King!
My Great Big Desire Has A Capital "D"!
The World Mocks Itself And I Mock Me!

I Twiddle Words And Twaddle Form For Mote And Speck Of StrokeMeStorm

(i've forgotten some words here...)

And The Gentle Satire Turned Prodding Leer Turns To Ash
And Anger And Starts To Sear
I Turn In My Tracks As I Reach For My Salve
It's Gritty And Ridiculous But It's All I Have
Then A Spark Of hope With A Heavy Disclaimer Rides Up
On A Pale Horse And Asks Me To Marry Her

I Think Of It Once As I Make Up This Song--

"everything in this book may be wrong"