10.66 living large or not so loud

my arms are sore. i haven't showered in days and i feel disgusting. that big looking too skinny. and i get three crossed going two different ways. go ahead and expect me to filter you through. [ow my arms.] you're screaming in my ears with old victrola cones and cardboard. both of which are over developed. it was kind of fun spending half of your year down in georgia, huh? well mom didn't think so!! do you hear me?!?! MOM DIDN'T THINK SO!!! who was going to take care of little timmy? you ran away and he started wrapping himself in celophane, and glueing his hair to the dining room table. where were you through all of this? smoking your dope, racking the cash, doing the nasty! [ow. stop. my arms.] and it was only a matter of time before the other kids started making fun of him. we had to cut his hair. CUT HIS HAIR! his gorgeous blonde hair! it's still glued to the dining room table if you want to see. see what you've done? [don't touch me there...please stop...] and then mom. what was she supposed to do? she hid the cellophane, but timmy started traded with the other kids. roll of cellophane for a dirty magazine. and where did he get the magazine??!! from YOUR ROOM!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! STAND UP DAMMIT! STAND UP AND TAKE THIS LIKE A MAN!! [my arms....please don't..that hurts....they are very sore. stop. please.] brought back a can of peaches for the family. burned it. i took a shower. and i cant stop smelling myself. wrapped the soap in cellophane, along with timmy's hair. stuck them in my brother's garden. backed into a corner.


	amaze me machine. \| home writings 10.66 living large or not so loud. my arms are sore. i haven't showered in days and i feel disgusting. that big looking too skinny. and i get three crossed going two different ways. go ahead and expect me to filter you through. [ow my arms.] you're screaming in my ears with old victrola cones and cardboard. both of which are over developed. it was kind of fun spending half of your year down in georgia, huh? well mom didn't think so!! do you hear me?!?! MOM DIDN'T THINK SO!!! who was going to take care of little timmy? you ran away and he started wrapping himself in celophane, and glueing his hair to the dining room table. where were you through all of this? smoking your dope, racking the cash, doing the nasty! [ow. stop. my arms.] and it was only a matter of time before the other kids started making fun of him. we had to cut his hair. CUT HIS HAIR! his gorgeous blonde hair! it's still glued to the dining room table if you want to see. see what you've done? [don't touch me there...please stop...] and then mom. what was she supposed to do? she hid the cellophane, but timmy started traded with the other kids. roll of cellophane for a dirty magazine. and where did he get the magazine??!! from YOUR ROOM!! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! STAND UP DAMMIT! STAND UP AND TAKE THIS LIKE A MAN!! [my arms....please don't..that hurts....they are very sore. stop. please.] brought back a can of peaches for the family. burned it. i took a shower. and i cant stop smelling myself. wrapped the soap in cellophane, along with timmy's hair. stuck them in my brother's garden. backed into a corner.