ZING & they throw him thru the door & he lands in truck-he gets out somewhere on the Mobile line & says "the war's going fine-aint it paleface?" & immediately makes a friend "it's nice to have friends, ain't it shitbrain?" this makes a stronger tie & both of 'm together they go beat up some male secretary who works for a jockey ...UNTOUCHABLE-they walk thru the streets of France & poison the dogs & when they get back both receive medals for bravery "it's nice to have medals aint it monsterass?" they cannot be separated these two friends ... they are invited to speak at religious & college gatherings & finally become board members of the rootbeer industry "it's nice to have all the rootbeer you can drink aint it fishturd?" an ABSOLUTE bond that cannot be broken ... one day one of the friends discovers that he's never been doing any of the talking ... he inquires about it but gets no response-he murders the other friend & some young punk around town-he gets put in jail for go years ...everything wouldve been overlooked but John Huston-& i do mean John Huston-he made a Bible movie out of it & changed all the names-also there was nothing in the plot of course about the rootbeer stand-other'n that-it was a full drag "i was expecting to see a bit of Mobile"-said Princess "i was really expecting to see a bit of Mobile" Princess is an ape-she usually goes to movies on Sundays look you asshole-tho i might be nothing but a butter sculptor, i refuse to go on working with the idea of your praising as my reward like what are your credentials anyway? excpt for talking about all us butter sculptors, what else do you do? do you know what it feels like to make some butter sculpture? do you know what it feels like to actually ooze that butter around & create something of fantastic worth? you said that my last year's work "The King's Odor" was great & then you say i haven't done anything as great since-just who the hell are you talking to anyway? you must have something to do in your real life- i understand that you praised the piece you saw yesterday entitled "The Monkey Taster" about which you said meant "a nice work of butter carved into the shape of a young man who likes only african women" you are an idiot-it doesn't mean that at all ... i hereby want nothing to do with your hangups-i really dont care what you think of my work as i now know you dont understand it anyway ... i must go now-i have this new hunk of margarine waiting in the bathtub-yes i said MARGARINE & next week i just might decide to use cream cheese-& i really dont care what you think of my experimenting-you take yourself too seriously-you're going to get an ulcer & go into the hospital-they'll put you in a

ward where you cant have any visitors-you'll go right off your nut-i really dont care anymore i am so bored with your rules & regulations that i might not even talk to you again-just remember tho, when you evaluate a piece of butter, you are talking about yourself, so you'd just better sign your name ... see you, if you're lucky, at mrs. keeler's cake festival yours Snowplow Floater p.s. you're my friend & i'm trying to help you collision boss aint it awful the way they make you look at things as if you were inside of their toilet! these sadistic nurses-they speak to me as if i was a finger i lay in this bed unprotected & the fellow next door-he must be a Zulu-the doctors cant stand him & he gets no visitors-the Sister says he's irreligious but i just think he gags a lot boss three bodies got shipped out this morning-Lady Esther said that they went to the hunting ground Cronie said that they never were worth much anyway & St. Crockasheet said abracadabra-Lady Esther is the cleaning lady & she was .... mopping up the beds when i woke up ...there was some candle wax on the window-Cronie said not to touch it there is a sign in the hall that reads "Quiet" it waits for no one-i think that is what makes people different than signs i say to him "they'll get you" & he say "no" & i say "& if they dont get you, you'll get yourself" & he say "you got bad manners & i go to church & nobody's gonna get me" & then some guys wearing parachutes come in & give him a wiff of mint & hand him a peacock feather & then they slit his throat ...i looked out the window & saw this car stop-it had a bumper sticker saying "Vote, Goat" & a man got out & wiped his feet on a door mat he carried a book of Aesop's Fables & then Lady Esther came in again & cleaned up the mess-i turned on the radio but all that was happening was the news

boss aint it fierce the way that one woman with the Persian monkey treated the other woman with the Alley monkey? Claudette came to see me last nite she doesn't own a monkey & she couldn't get it then at the same time, the nurse came in & said "it's raining cats & dogs outside-is it too much for you to bear ha ha?" i couldve swallowed her

tonite i dance With Strawberry, the bloody clothes wife-i say her head, if necessary, would crack like an egg & she damns me-if i thank her then she calls me a whore so there's no way out..... my mind is with the kitchen workers but when they catch spiders & pull their legs off & laugh-it usually wakes me up ...i am sick of people praising Einstein-bourgeois ghosts i am sick of heroic sorrow

as soon as i get out of here i'm going to my blood bank & make a withdrawal & go to Greece-Greece is beautiful & nobody understands you there

the janitor with a glass eye he's all right-at least he minds his own business-he tells me that Shakespeare's relatives killed his ancestors-& that now his brothers wont read Shakespeare he says that he used to ride to church on a ox & when they sold the church,, he sold the ox ...the janitor, he's ok ...Lady Esther says that he aint never gonna amount to much but i never speak to Lady Esther & what does she know about people with glass eyes anyway?

my bosom feels like the grave diggers have been at it all nite ... tomorrow if i'm lucky, i'll have breakfast in Heaven ... some crazy fishhook dangles thru my window-i might as well get up & walk on my forehead i might as well lose all my tickets ... i wish there was something i wanted as badly as this fishhook wants to express itself

dear mister congressman: it's about my house-some time ago i made a deal with a syrup company to advertise their product on the side facing the street-it wasn't so bad at first, but soon they put up another ad on the other side-i didn't even mind that, but then they plastered these women all over the windows with cans of syrup in their arms- in exchange the company paid my phone & gas bill & bought a few clothes for the tots-i told the town Council that i'd do most anything just to let some sun in the house but they said we couldn't offend the syrup company