Extract from work. Go jump.

Running title, The Night Everything Changed.
"Bowel movements are what set us apart from the childish rebaptism of the mid thirties. To delve into the cavity, the ulcer of time that just seems to permeate and rekindle, to work out that the end of society is based on your perception of the others in society is what really counts these days.

Or you could just do what I do.

But what is it that I do? I mesmerize people with feats of extreme depravity slash obnoxiousness and have a severe addiction to grapefruit juice. I remember when I was young. I can keep saying this again and again until I die. The increments will obviously increase but without holding a piece can the police keep the peace?

Probably not.

I strive to be five minutes early. The train was late because of some stickers I put up. Well, that means I was late. I got there, walked a few blocks and jumped on a train to get my medicine. The doctor was throwing sheets at me, and I was gladly helping Medicare help me.

A water bubbler outside of the chemist. The multitude of pills start going down the slippery dip, splashing up and down the sides of my esophagus without any need for attention to detail.

After City West I can feel the anxiety fade.

But when I leave my self imposed confines, I start to thieve, and when Jack and Jill rolled down the hill, the Jacks came chasing down after."

I approximate this to be chopped and changed as this is the only linear section for three pages and YES I NOW KNOW PEOPLE ONLY LIKE LINEAR FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING PERVERTED FUCKS I FEEL LIKE EXTRACTING MY DNA AND SHOOTING YOU UP WITH IT SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND. CAPS LOCK CAPS LOCK CAPS LOCK.

THE TRYING LIAF I LEED.

Fucking publishers.