for the first time in a long time
the thoughts of going to Proxy Reassessment Center
becomes not a burden but a joy
money ,the future
being constantly beholding.
beholding to anyone with it.money,.
a place to stay
the way an infant lives.
Proxy can make me dumber
if i can toss together 3 thousand bucks
i can recieve the first treatment.
and by October I can be augmented
into The smiling Fool
on the Prox Knox Pamphlet
it is guarenteed
If I stop smoking I can become a Prox Box for hire
i am still young enuf
it might be better.i don't know
if i can toss together 3 thousand bucks
i can recieve the first treatment.
and by October I can be augmented
into The smiling Fool
on the Prox Knox Pamphlet
it is guarenteed
If I stop smoking I can become a Prox Box for hire
i am still young enuf
it might be better.i don't know
"we can not go back to this.
we cannot go back to this."a voice says.Ethan is too gentle to shout In The House
we began like this and so much of this
was fixed,
remember
remember that you are good and there is good around you
Liam
is Liam
liam IS GOOOD
like soda
ethan fancies himself a deprogrammer
ethan has been thru Prox as well
for him it didnt take
he hates them
they left him he says with less than he went in with.
they judged him harshly
He was working a part time job,and taking classes.
and now he's back at his mother's
on Pills(i told the fucker he shouldnt have mentioned he was hearing things.)
strangely he's not bitter.not even that angry
took some online classes and considers himself a deprogrammer.
he's thinking of putting up a shingle.
or at least posted his services on craigslist
how in fuck's name he can communicate thru Prox is beyond me
"beyond prox jimbis"
cybernetic process is tuff.
everything depends on what happens immediately afterward
where u go next.
and if there are people are you who can sustain
your experience.
how could there be.
Unless you
unless you
give it to them
suddenly everyone wears snadals SUDDENLY EVERYONE WEARS SANDALS!
so much for judging Liam harshly
the style is Liam.
if Liam is the style .
and it has been decided Liam is.
just like that.
now everyone wants a Liam of there own JimBis
i saw seven teenagers wearing T-shirts with Liam's face on them
snap out of it snap out of it snap out of it..ethan whispers
break something do something.i cant i cant i cant
it will be a world soon without money
dont you see
dont you see
this is a test
soon people like you people like me will mean something
something good.WE KNOW in a way
they do not we FLY in a way they cannot.
the world will soon be "mental"
oh brother ethan.
it already is
(who is this guy.is he with proxy or the NCIA)my god I am beginning to halluciante
i am losing my mind,
the room i sleep in is the size of a walk in closet
it is humid
clothes are strewn all over the floor.a large tv sits in ther corner .
taking over
i cannot watch it
for more than a few minutes
i am too depressed to pick up the clothes on the floor
i hear someone out side laughing at the tv
when i walk around all i see when i look up at windows is colors moving around.wait till they see
what's next.there will be colors moving around all right.
and sound
and-
I felt better on the streets
i felt connected
i felt hungry
i felt something
i didnt feel like screaming
not in this way
if i wanted to scream i yelled.
this is completely different,
and whats this about not needing money
only people who have it tell people they dont need it
one rich guy i knew.when i asked him for a loan told me to read "the secret" dude the secret is you giving me some start up cash asshole
"this type of thinking won't wash" ethan whispers."your negativity really knows no bounds"
but it does.
maybe that's all ive learned in my 40 odd years.and i start packing
"it's easier to go when you have less and less"I now speak out loud.to ethan to proxy to the NCIA.
to the walls.
"and that jimbis is the point.you have served your sentence there is nothing for you here.so next time you abandon your post..
next time you whine about direct sunlight and the coldness of the nite.or the jack in the box.remember this room.there is nothing here,in a room .in someone else's house
nobody much buys this art.my dealer says it's not universal enuf.
that there's always ME in the paintings.hmmmI tend to agree.(i agree with anyone who ..has money when i am extra extra weak.)
and the first thing i picture
is me painting Evan's farm
i am broke enuf to be forced into the system.
a shelter.a program.a PLACE
I am scared.
but it seems worse here.
my god.
my god my god.
i was not this pathetric on the streets.
i could end up at my mothers' that woman.
i cant call her my mother.
this is where you go where there is no place to go is all
and nobody to ask
you go mad.
i have to leave.
i have to go
i need money
i need to move on.
i need help and not advice.
a place..rent.stuff nobody ever thinks of
just draw.just wait something will come along.
something did come along.
something came along
and took.
leaving me
nothing
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