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."