“I’m fried- just got home from the job-Beat!- Soul
half gone and Ass
chewed- I can’t go anywhere-Refuse!-
Nothing!
is gonna move me- hear me woman- Nothing!- no mall- no
shopping- no arguments-
Nothing!”

40 minutes later I’m there
stoned + 4
beers on the expressway
still
with my Soul
½ gone
and
my Ass
chewed
-trapped!
under halogen lights and Christmas
decorations-Trapped!
between animals
of all
shapes
and sizes- TRAPPED!!

“I have to go to the bathroom”
“What? Every time with you ‘I have to go to the bathroom’ like a machine; intake-output, intake-output, never ending.”
“Here, right here- I’ll be out in a minute.”
“O.k., I’m gonna wander around, look at women’s clothing.”

Now,
I don’t know about you guys
but, I personally
hold a great dislike
for that waiting area
just in front
of the women’s restroom. (It’s a goddamned Dead Zone!)
Dead men on stub legs usually flank the doors-
They have been beaten
by Job and No-Job
Time and No-Time
Life
and No-Life
for years-YEARS!!-
until they stand there-emotions sucked
by useless products and intake-
output
machine
type
existence-

I’d rather wander around the place-
(keeping a safe distance from the Dead Zone)
and these stores
always
position their restrooms
dead center- smack dab in the middle! of the women’s section-
I’m surrounded-
hand bags skirts, blouses,
and this one mannequin
has got the longest nipples I’ve ever seen- I was gawking- asking myself:
What type of degenerate
mannequin
manufacturing machine would build such a doll? Why would you put 3-inch nipples on a mannequin like that? – my mouth might have been hanging open- a shopping machine rolls by-
“Oh, what a dirty man! You should be ashamed of yourself, looking at the mannequins like that. “–” But, wait, no, I’m…”- useless- doesn’t she know?- it’s the guys looking at women’s shoes that are the pervert machines not me-

By now
my
intake-output machine is standing behind me- “John-out of all the places you could’ve waited- you’re standing here staring at mannequin nipples! Sometimes I really wonder about you, c’mon.”

We spend 30 minutes at a counter-
My machine outputs 70 dollars
and intakes a small
star shaped basket with two bottles
wrapped in cellophane- (70 dollars for 2 damn bottles!)
(It’s good stuff-plus the cute basket, I’m getting a deal.)
Then she outputs 40 dollars
in order to intake a tube
of pink guck- (40 dollars for some damn pink guck!)
(Oh John, this is the best guck on the market, look how pretty it makes my eyes!)

intakes and outputs
inputs and outtakes

Next stop- lingerie
“Yeah, yeah, now your talkin my language baby! You’re no longer a machine, no way, now you’re a woman, a REAL WOMAN! You gotta get something HOT! Something SEXY! CONTROVERSIAL!”
“Shhhhhhhhh, can’t you talk a little lower? Now-
don’t embarrass me in here- and keep away from the mannequins, we’ll be done in 5 minutes then we can go home, all the beer you want.”

Other men’s machines clunk about the place-
Old
vulture type
input-outputters
finger
lace
and cotton
panties
and the bigger the machine
the smaller the garment- (why is that?)- gargantuan intake-output machines- clutch
dental floss thongs and garters in oversized manacles-
my machine- being one of the newer, streamlined models- works fast-
she chooses something that could serve as a sail for a wind board or maybe a tarp
to cover the pool table- “Hey, honey- think we could stop at the sporting goods place- all we need is a raft – we could sail the high seas
powered
by the wind in your panties!”

We don’t make the sporting goods place, just the car
we fill the back seat with the 70 dollar bottles
the 40 dollar gunk
the large panties (she now transforms
into a driving machine)

4 more
expressway beers (I’m an expressway beer drinking machine- top of the line!)
till we’re in the living room- smoking
cones of expensive green (now we’re both stoned machines)
laughing at television humor until-
some one
throws
some great switch
some where
and she
turns into a remembering machine- “Oh, John we completely forgot to buy gloves- we NEED gloves.” (now I’m a pissed off machine- state of the art with the new Curse 2001 Functionality- I employ this feature and she switches into a hurt machine with the new Crying 2001 Functionality- crying and cursing- inputting-outtaking-outputting and intaking!) We run on steam and soon we blow it all off- this allows us to become sex machines- we squeak with machine type glee, the sex allows us to be understanding machines (not a problem baby, we’ll go tomorrow and pick up the gloves) (or we can wait for the weekend when you’re not so tired) the understanding allows us to turn into sleeping machines (a blown SDM (Snore Depressor Module) on my board will sometimes turn her into a sleepless machine) and all these
damned lines
have begun
to make me feel like
a berserk type
writing
berserker ma
chine
gone write ber type mach-
ine writing gone
ber
serk words
machine gone
berserker


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