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Subject: some thirty-nine cent burgers
Date: Mon, 07 Jun 2004 01:09:07 -0700
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some thirty-nine cent burgers
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A heart black, lost topica, neither hope, nor atol, long ago dragged
to a tomorrow, two people fucking real good, some meat inside their
bellies, some rot and dead people underneath, befalls, she tried to
stop, not to be a part of, that cold night, some wrenched motel 6 near
an inter-state 5, after he left to get some burgers, she killed
herself, but not just yet, maybe she should've killed him when she had
the chance.
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B : boy
G : girl
a black triangle
G
B B
\
G
B B
/
G
B B
\
G
B B
\
G
B B
/
G
B B
A black triangle
a black triangle
B
G G
\
B
G G
\
B
G G
/
B
G G
/
B
G G
\
B
G G
a black triangle
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B/G
B/G1 2>1 B/G2
2>1 : dude's stronger, maybe bigger, maybe uses club,
maybe sneaks, doesn't need to be fair
B/G, B/G1, together
And B/G2, dead
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No particulars, don't even need to differentiate between sexes, one
person plummeting someone else, just two people still around, smiling,
frolicking, and another person broken and very much dead. Wasn't even
ceremonial, except for the sun being out, maybe some grunts, during
and after the fight, fucking, and the next morning, both of them
around a fire stuffing meat into their mouths; not one of them noticed
a bear dragging the dead body away, not one of them even bothered,
maybe the dude was dumb, weak, evil, wouldn't have survive, all
doesn't matter, some children on their laps, nine months later, many
years later, little one's scratching their heads, wondering what I'm
doing here, wondering what life's all about, not able to image
anything else, for the same
reasons mom and pops don't remember, just not bothering to care.
That's just the first and last triangle, the black triangles; the ones
in between give the losers second chances, well sometimes.
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G/B
B/G1 2>1 B/G2
\ [people can't kill
each other like
they use to, need
the losers to do stuff,
stuff that fosters the
environment for pops
and moms, but same concept,
once mom and pops agreed what
was important, what
wasn't: a touchdown,
a memorized passage, maybe
long legs and a swimsuit,
some brand new
Pumas, thin stuff, and
the loser step down to a
lower triangle, where maybe
they'll be a winner, and
if they don't win there,
they'll just
step down again,
until they win, and if they
can't win, won't, then they'll
just die, this time buried,
forgotten--they killed off all
the bears to build golf courses,
amusement parks, and stuff.
G/B
B/G B/G
/
G/B
B/G B/G
\
G/B
B/G B/G
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Some strange people like black triangle, try to lure poor boys or
girls in, so they and their partner can fuck near the person's dead
body someday, like this one time, about five or six years ago, when I
was twenty-four, twenty five, starting going out with a chick, she
getting out of a three year old relationship, myself trying to start
over from a dead one, but not exactly, she still chatted with her ex,
sometimes even left her apartment late to spend the night with him,
and eventually almost getting myself killed, manslaughter, something
easy like that, but I ran, didn't want the part,just wanted what
everyone else wanted, I tried to believe once, no triangles,
just someone to trust,
someone
to love.
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So far, my triangles, not really mine, if you really care to know,
thought the idea up after reading a paper,
some monk's experiment with some animals, weasels I think, the monk
observed two weasels out of a group
getting together, cuddling and stuff but one time the monk maimed one
of the lovers, and sure enough the other
weasel went to cuddle with another, he tried other stuff, tricky
stuff, too laborious to continue, monk finally concluded, maybe this
stuff works in real life too, went to tell a prince, have been from
only one perspective, the protagonist and antagonist, moms and pops
decided to call them that, but what about the perspective of the
neutral person," or cheerleader, not different, just more
complicated, interlocking triangles, something like a hexagon, tell
you later about it but will tell you this they all seemed resigned to
the their fate: if it was supposed to be different, than it would be
different.
B/G1 won, won because B/G2 ugly, bad attitude too, or maybe, B/G2
eventually do some harm, who knows, not following directions, farting
in front of someone important, telling someone to pull their own
weight, don't need
to hear another one of your stories, not another one of your
insightful experiences, or maybe shouting out man needs to work toward
this, dead not gonna stand by forever, everybody matters, Larry gonna
make sure of that.
B/G1 won, won because B/G2 wasn't around, not supposed to happen, if
it was supposed to happen, G/B2 would have been around, or something
like that.
B/G2 won, won because B/G1 died, doesn't matter how, just life has to
move on, and besides, B/G1 would want me
to love again, be a waste just to masturbate, no fun, can't get a baby
that way either.
"G/B1 won, won why daddy/mommy?"
"I love him/her, that's why."
"There were no other girls/boys?"
"No."
"You promise."
"Wait there were some: boys/girls, shy, eager but smart enough figure
out our life and baby won't turn out right, and then there was stinky
breath, work hard to measure up but too late, got old and limp dick,
then there was the single guy, cute but not smart, not smart enough to
figure out people don't play fair, and there were others, some I
passed in the street, a sigh, others already married but open to
anything given the chance."
"But why did daddy/mommy win?"
"Because, you are our baby, that's reason enough, that's the only
reason anyone is going to remember."
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Yup, five hundred years ago, a thousand, even ten thousand years ago,
be the same way five hundred years from now,
like so sure.
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Some ignorant dude might ask: dude, black triangles, maybe smaller
ones to step down to, what makes you think this stuff is wrong, even
exists, in turn, I would reply: doesn't matter, doesn't have to be
right or wrong, most people
just innocent, dumb, almost like babies, or pretending to be, just
that's the only way I'm going to remember stuff, my girl dead, life to
much, twisted, as for me, heroically killed soon, maybe even
humiliated, then buried, my heart forever black, my love, my girl, all
together at last, when my heart no longer beats, no longer cares, a
rocket blasting off, a fiery light finally disappearing from a black
orange sky.
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bitch, the flank was held anyway
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