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October 07, 2003

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This is what the world has to offer me? I reach for these carrots dangling before me. It hurts my arm. I pull my back because my stomach is weak. How do these people know me so well? I await the next tele marketer. I will engage him in conversation about my prizes. I think about soft drinks and soft core pornography. I watch the skies for a tow plane with a Subway banner. I saw it yesterday following the shoreline. Dusk comes and the bright light boxes of Remax and ING Direct cast their unanimity across the flickering rooftops of the scurrying Honda Civics. My shoes are wrong. My hair is wrong. I cannot find a vegetable that tastes good. There are so many things to work on and they will all seem important if I can just stuff my imagination into some deep dark crack and come out to greet this fluorescent light. If I have money I can fix everything that is wrong with me. Lop off some skin. Extend my penis to huge lengths. I will take so much of that internet stuff that thirty pensioners will be able to ride my penis to the nearest MacDonalds for a free coffee and a shared newspaper with headlines about men murdering their families. They will tsk tsk and say, "what's the world coming to"? They will get back on my giant penis and go back home and stare at the phone waiting for a tele marketer to call. Their families never call because they are out raising money for mortgages, prescription drugs, hair loss treatments and pornography. I will take 28 of the mexican Viagras that I bought on the net and my boner will stick through the skylight of the house I bought with no money down. I will have a boner for a fortnight. That is the last time you will see the word fortnight because it is not a word common to the internet. I will be so proud of my giant boner and all it can do. In celebration I will take some more prescription drugs (to calm my boner), answer some e-mail chain letters and read the fifteen flyers that balloon my local paper to twice its size. Maybe I should use my massive penis to help cut down more trees to manufacture important junk mail. Maybe I should use my penis to get me elected governor of California.