stream-o-thought

A Little Somthing I wrote last Night

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uNCLE sTUMPY'S "STREAM 'O' THOUGHT" (:)
{for all your stream-o-thought needs}

There will always be days that seem like yesterdays,
there will always be days that are distant, like a dream.
There is a moment between the two;
when things that seem like yesterday
begin to seem
like a dream.
There will always be friends that drift apart over the years,
there will always be friends to drift away from.
There is a moment between the two;
You drift away, they stay the same
and it seems
like a dream.

And then the little boy said;
"Hi, I'm tommy."
"Wacka-doo wacka-doo wacka-doo*,"
his uncle bumpy replied.
The little boy wasn't scared. He was brave, espicially for such a LITTLE boy.
"How many chucks?" Tommy asked his uncle.
"As many as he could,"
his uncle bumpy replied.
"That's fuckin' great," Tommy told him.

"Yeah," his uncle agreed, "Fuckin' Woodchucks, an' shit."

"Oh yeah?" Said the bear, "BOINGIE BOINGIE BOINGIE BOINGIE!"
And then he ate them both, for his love of woodchucks was so much more than a simple chuck.
It, indeed, was more than a woodchuck could chuck.
Life in a nutshell: Ow, Ow! ...Let me out!
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Frog #1: Damn good thing he was a bear.
Frog #2: Who'z at, Earl?
Frog #1: The Boingie-Boingie guy, 'z who.
Frog #2: Now what (in Tarnation) makes you say that?
Frog #1: 'Cause he would have exploded!
Frog #2: Earl, you are one sick fuck.

Earl, The Monkey of Uncle:
"Da-da da dat ta da da,
da dat ta da da da,
da dat ta da ta dat da
da dat ta da ta dat."

Boop.
Later, @ 86th Street:
Little Edger had a lamb, it was yummy with marnaise sauce.

SUDDENLY! (:)

Motercycles (There are those go.)
There are those who go
from nothing
to A MILE A MINUTE
in a little under four seconds.
A MILE A MINUTE,
AS WELL AS FOUR SECONDS
IS JUST A PREFABRICATED MEASUREMENT
IT MEANS AS MUCH AS FRENCH
THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE:
JUST NOTHING.
Still,
There are those who go
so fast so
they move HALF THE SPEED OF SOUND
overland
on less than six inches traction.
HALF THE SPEED OF SOUND
AS WELL AS TRACTION
ARE JUST WILD EXPRESSIONS FOR PHYSICAL LAWS
THAT APPLY
TO JUST
EVERYTHING-
(EVERY... DAMN... THING).
There are those.
They are not knights,
No,
They are not cheetah,
who were bred for a millinea
TO.
Though they wish they were,
but no.
They are those
who GO.
Man, do they GO.
Not just a "Zoom!,"
No- they fuckin'
GO.
NOT EVEN a 'zoom!'
A witch on a broom
can go 'zoom!'
in a storybook.
THESE fuckers,
They go...
*POW!*
In real life!
They go...
*POW!*
when you see them
(if you're quick).
Man oh man.

*POW!*

*EOI*
-footnote: "eoi" stand for "end of interlude" or, in the case of our semi-lucky yet
favoribly coginant writer, "End of Qualude", Qualude being a word which dosn't even have
an 'I' in it, if you know what 'I' Mean. Means, that is. (Maybe)

(In Heartefurt, Old Hampshire, today, it rained. {No Shit}.)

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In the News|
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announcer: Underscore today rose four and a half marks, leaving the author with no
other course than to replace it halfway through a stream of thought
with simple 'dashes,' or "the commoners' underscore."
So cheap and petty this poor-man's slimy, half-baked illiterate
excuse for an underscore is, it dosen't even seem to even join, to
make a solid line, as it were, on the page. That and the pipe don't fit,
I'm sorry if you know what that means.

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No longer in the News:|
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Things and stuff, like, happened, and shit.
Dude, no, they like DID.
No, like dude, no DUDE:
Shit like, WENT DOWN.

Oh, by the way, I find algorythems more interesting than my peer group.
Is that saying much?

Ready? GO!
Life in a wasteland
Fucking wasteland
not nothing
just bullshit
bullshit wasteland
same shit happens
every odd day
and on the even, nothing odd happens.
Every day
every day
we get more civilized
every day
we get more suicides
people get paid
to say these things.
People like me.
Like every day.
Ready? Go!
I would like to think

-
Second verse, same as the first:
(your life here)
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jack b single
jack b quick
jack jump up and down on a cute piece of ass from pasadena.
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Life is, actually, no longer like an onion at all.
More like a pommagranate, really.
It's as hard to eat as it is to spell.
But it's still yummy.
-
Like an ashtrey on the countertop
like the suction in a well
everything happens as it should
and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
-
people like poetry
oh yes they do
people like poetry
because we tell them to.
people like drama
oh yes they do
people like drama
because we tell them to.
People can't handle it;
Real life
they can't understand it,
Real life
it's not as sad as true
Because we tell them to.

Childeren are like people
although they're new,
Childeren are just like people
Because we tell them, too.
We're Bastards
dirty and ragged
BASTERDS
ragged and fucked
we pass it on
we pass it on
because we're screwed.
Not just me.
You, too.
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(this is a poem that justifies the next; ergo- not at all).

A FEW MORE LIES

Racism
Self centeredness
killer instinct
greed
power-hungry
All of these are valient
All of these are human nature
All of these are necessary for survival
in the world of today.
Racism
just a survival trait
protect the family
protect the clan
protect the hive
from infestation.
OH YES. IT'S TRUE.
Self-centeredness
Survival instinct
in and of itself.
OH YES. IT'S TRUE.
Killer instinct
Hunt and gather are old
But
Killer instinct
is what
saved our species
from
annihilation.
OH YES. IT'S TRUE.
Greed
Is the big one.
Greed
Makes us who we are
Greed
Makes us patient
Greed
makes us want approval
Greed
made us alive
Greed
makes us want approval
Greed
is hunger
Greed
is us alive
Greed
is the point
Greed
keeps us alive
Greed
is the will to survive
to have a wife,
to have life,
to continue to be alive
is
Greed.

Power-hungery
There are those who would kill for your job you know. (you dumb mother fucker!)

-
Angelica. (It's just a word, I know, but like 'rick-shaw,' I had to write it. Consider it writen.)
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Speed
More a man than a man
Oh speed
more than a man
speed
a woman
for some men
speed speed speed speed.
(I recoil at amphetamenes; I've seen folks on 'em).
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Why can't things be the way they were
when I was at odds with everything
but what was right?
I hate grey areas
I'm against them, politcally
I can't understand
why things can be right and wrong.
except I can
and that's it
the problem with everything
the cure is
culture.
The commen ascention
(Jesus must have known)
If every one knows
what's right is right
then right becomes might,
with the authors in the ranks.
The history books tell us so.
Verse for worse.
-
(A little poem called) I Do.
A little nothing is the same size as the a big nothing
get a broken hearted man to tell you
physics is bunk.
A little nothing
can take you places
A big one
Will get you nowhere.
If you know them both,
then you really know Nothing.
Then you are the poet,
and nothing is your muse,
Because we can make something
from nothing.
That is our gift
that is our christ
that is our prophet
that is our rabbi
that is our oracle
that is our
NON-ANIMAL-NESS.
(if you believe in that sort of thing).
{Then you really know Nothing}.
I don't.
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UPDATE Febuary 2ond, 1998
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Gee, will, this internet thing is cool.
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*In The News*
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Asteriscs rose sharply, leaving stars mystified as to the difference
between the two characters. Little smily faces went down :(
and the BBS community finally had to give up and get a bleeding
ISP. ISDN costs the same as two phone lines, plus you get two
phone lines, leaving the cable people outside the realms of
the inherently cost-effective; landing squarely in the cost-
affected.
In the white slave trade little boys rose 1 point,
while prostitutes went down. The market evened out when
little billy anderson finally told Michael Jackson that he
did, indeed, have Mad Cow Disease.

lines,

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*Don't you wish it was only a Northern Song?
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(boop! act weird,
grow me banana beard)

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