Notes from Arlington, Texas # 23

Tired. Quite. Tired. I remember reading a while ago.

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Never mind.

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I'm fucking tired. I tried to delete my Plenty of Fish account, but it doesn't appear to be a possibility.

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I left work about an hour and a half early.

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I might be stuck in town.

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I thought about. Someone. the other day. during one of these restless nights. and I just couldn't sleep.

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I filed a copyright for my #putinpullout! series on Twitter

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Spam Stanzas

1

Asian beauties, Russian Beauties, and pills
   to enlarge your penis, a lottery
   check is waiting for you, and unpaid bills,
   and deals on ancient Chinese pottery.

A handful of rice and a slice of spam
   and a sheet of nori: wrap it around
   and you have spam musubi, then you cram
   it into your throat and swallow it down.

Spam is something that en masse you delete
   because everything caught by the filter
   is useless. Spam is something that you eat
   unless your stomach feels out of kilter.

Spam is a nuisance, and also a food
one is deleted, the other is stewed.

2

Every day there's a new barrage of text
   messages queued inside my SMS
   box telling me of all the greatest shit
that I need to know: Tesla's not indexed
   to the S&P 500, new sets
   of rockets where shot into space with kits

of Chinese terrariums filled with plants
   in an attempt to colonize the moon:
rice so good that caterpillars and ants
   have reallocated all their doubloons into

a new space rice rocket landing mobile
   and lunar rice paddy REIT's, while roaches 
   have a position on rice terraces
on Martian mountains and hope to double
   rice shipments with interstellar coaches
   powered by Lockheed and L3 Harris.

3

And then there are notifications from 
the webcam ladies on Pornhub asking
for another round of seed funding, some
kind of boob photograph monetizing

algorithm that basically turns boob
photographs into cryptocurrency
called titty coins that every single N00B
playing Call of Boobies can use to see

the exact location of the knocker
exposure device, which will debrassier
all the dudes and chicks with great boobs faster
than a mechanical hand. Yet, we fear

a high degree of illiquidity
for any cryptocoin based on titties.

4

The calls that come in from some random chick
from some far away place where call centers
dot the landscape and everyone is sick
from the COVID lockdown that our betters

have forced upon us. She keeps asking me
for donations for the starving lions
of the Kalahari Jungle, and pleads
for donations in cryptocoins, tying

the success of her crypto nonprofit
to the results of the latest death stats
issued by the local health department

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my GMAT book arrived.

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Spam Stanzas

1

Asian beauties, Russian Beauties, and pills
   to enlarge your penis, a lottery
   check is waiting for you, and unpaid bills,
   and deals on ancient Chinese pottery.

A handful of rice and a slice of spam
   and a sheet of nori: wrap it around
   and you have spam musubi, then you cram
   it into your throat and swallow it down.

Spam is something that en masse you delete
   because everything caught by the filter
   is useless. Spam is something that you eat
   unless your stomach feels out of kilter.

Spam is a nuisance, and also a food
one is deleted, the other is stewed.

2

Every day there's a new barrage of text
   messages queued inside my SMS
   box telling me of all the greatest shit
that I need to know: Tesla's not indexed
   to the S&P 500, new sets
   of rockets where shot into space with kits

of Chinese terrariums filled with plants
   in an attempt to colonize the moon:
rice so good that caterpillars and ants
   have reallocated all their doubloons into

a new space rice rocket landing mobile
   and lunar rice paddy REIT's, while roaches 
   have a position on rice terraces
on Martian mountains and hope to double
   rice shipments with interstellar coaches
   powered by Lockheed and L3 Harris.

3

And then there are notifications from 
the webcam ladies on Pornhub asking
for another round of seed funding, some
kind of boob photograph monetizing

algorithm that basically turns boob
photographs into cryptocurrency
called titty coins that every single N00B
playing Call of Boobies can use to see

the exact location of the knocker
exposure device, which will debrassier
all the dudes and chicks with great boobs faster
than a mechanical hand. Yet, we fear

a high degree of illiquidity
for any cryptocoin based on titties.

4

The calls that come in from some random chick
   from some far away place where call centers
   dot the landscape and everyone is sick
   from the COVID lockdown that our betters

have forced upon us. She keeps asking me
   for donations for the starving lions
   of the Kalahari Jungle, and pleads
   for donations in cryptocoins, tying

the success of her crypto nonprofit
   to the results of the latest death stats
   issued by the local health department.

How many people are dying this week?
   Fuck You! and pay me you dumb fucking mink!

5

Countless messages from random ladies 
   on Instagram, most of them telling me
   how naughty their webcam streams on OnlyFans
are, the best positions and poses, these
   days, with modern cosmetic surgery,
   all the chicks are hella fine, pale or tan,

it doesn't matter, spray one on, or bleach 
   one off, there are coupons in your spam box
that you can economize with, and each
  tanning solon has TikTok whores galore,
     each and every one a big titty fox
  that I really want to make nice and sore.

I don't need tanning, I'm already bronze,
except for my Johnson and his bon-bons.

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There were a few things that I was looking for.

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What am I working on.

Yeah. I think that I'm done with the #putinpullout! series

especially considering that

i filed a copyright for it.
a


and I don't want to work on it right now.

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Is it true?

You are the aribol for the shorganda leebo?
no
I am not the shorganda Leebo? or the aribol for
the shorganda leebo, please do not
ask me that again, because

yesterday i was naked 
and I ate an entire bowl of the
frutiest peebbles in the
jornebromarri tola


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What. exactly. is  a  queef
and bean burrito?

well, it's kind of a dual fart. where
one fart exits the front door, and another
fart exits the rear door.

when i was in moscow the other 
mellenium. i went to st petersberg
square, and there
at the center of the square

was vladimeer purtin!

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