The Schizophrenics Notebook part 12

12 ... round midnight: as she and her lover formed a perfect square; lovely for moon lit strolls; audience burning her image; finally distant hated lovers. "No car hu...pretty tough." "I dunno, maybe I do - they don't always tell me." Oh no, nails popped out, running as a self inflicted square emerged; how much she didn't love me and how her lack of desire would ignite a passion in my heart. Should give "mom" a call; think...something finally happened; think...miss duck tape made a mistake; another hovered on the green. Sorry you guys, no money, have to find a new agony, I do this semi-pro you know; a waif within as some final judgment, choking on my dreary soul, always so disappointed; dad's other kid, the one on the list ... I sort of do this on purpose; if you stare at me too long I'll find the zero… all those apartments, they couldn't bare; really, I'll give you a new personality, tenant in your own design, sort of, bounce around for awhile - see, hear the echo? They hate it.

schizophrenic's notebook number 11

11 Coffee? Another happy customer; another voice , another faked death, (journey; princess avenue):"I never drink coffee" he said very oppressively; those girls, you know how it is: black guys and.. .there he was., and there she was, off the wall (or still theresome dream succeeded; further evidence I was a failure;; one dead pimp bleeding on the runway, other, male, finally, happy car deal.) They were the couple: drive and drive and drive; glossy and dangerous (too quiet down the hall; like I tried not to breath. They were staring at me so: "Yea...those girls...one up there, bad crew, cut their nerve endings, stop at nothing." "See the dog", and they were still standing around the airplane, waiting, suddenly bored; enough alloys for one day by golly - too much of a good thing. This is what happens when you spoil the waifs cadre express; long tunnel bringing in a new blond; ha ha...eat you right up. every time; and they started firing away round the fuselage again; waiting for the real plane - they'd fill the moat real fast: "Not goanna tell me that mutant mut story again...breeder of Mongoloid dogs, I swear you can be smart and pay your taxes...can't you.?" No ..they shook their head slowly...never...no...sorry....see...she keeps trying to steal l the jobs you won't take.; and then...her old friends.. .mischief...you're note feint are you?' "hu." "have to."

schizophrenic's notebook part 10

10: With the howling similar no doubt; after the crash (ie: crash!) another television appareled not hers or her eyes but.under another card game ( german they utttered forth time I guess - love the hat) like the next satellite, came up and... the joke was on me; honest...she planed the whole thing out. Sure . .nailed to the wall of a terminal cafe wall but none the less; bing ...you could see it in the sky, the next major talent; sigh of delight as the blue first floor exploded, the crashing noise - hate that - a faty skipping up the lane... oh no! Not back in time! Oh christ; some moron waiting for his spitfire was racing along in a stolen van (like actually...stolen, it happens); the show was on:" See...see the dog..." Oh yea; while the rectangle of light around the fuselage stopped as even they paused for a moment, cause, yea, sometimes they get angry. "got a lot of points on this car - sure you don't want to finish it off .. needs a little work...smoking a bit...See...we left it inside too long." "No ma - she'll have t pay for it herself, or her boyfriend .. really in a lotta of trouble this time..." He's still here; die that slow; she's another taunt so...yea the car went out; I repeated it to my dog on the wall and she hissed: " yea, they went out”, and under the satellite appeared the waif so, yea..the apartments were still empty. Might go for another coffee., have to be carefull; did get some art out though "no ten"

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part 9...........

9: The echo chamber behind me said:"she got the job"; Actually there was beating down stairs, that happens in novels; and I poured more coffee; white light outside while I saw blue because that must have been what was down stairs; like the wrong move would echo to "mom" while my duck tape girl existed only as a facet of the dart (Dodge Dart, my imagined drag race car), gone, gone for sure - I know - more devolving beauty . That hell guy, what's his name, he's to formal. Know what? I think he's making money; they'd get paid later, but I wouldn't. Actually, I think they killed her, the blond that is, the older one with the funny hair; one day when the plane didn't land on time. I tried barking at her, metaphorically that is, but she never complained, that rubber bat
mama, negated echo chamber of the whistle back. Nah:" he was some antichrist run amok - I was sure of it; probably had dates all the time".. "It's popping outside" I said; it worked; gonna leave you there, but, rest assured, we're filming it all - her...you know...she's a tv set..we have to catch it all."

The Schizophrenics note book part 8

8 Moaning but never begging; still outside; she already saw (because she was crazy) the image I was still waiting for - the plane exploding; passengers like red popcorn; opportunity(don't think about it) and, if I, as usual, were implicated (name on a list , it appeared) another used car I would never posses:"You sure..this is a rally nice car...fast...you sure...not available ... you might figure it out...have to be lucky if you know what I mean" while those damn germans sat like fours on chairs sipping in order; she was concerned; pimp of a pimp of a pimp; some are girls; if you stared at her you saw something else so I just moaned:"Is he gone? Has he left yet..."