what.
were you looking for something?
it's not here.
it's staring at the screen.
turn off your box.
sit in silence.
taste a breath.
paint a picture.
just turn off your computer.
you are wasting precious time worrying about such silliness.
make s

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when there is nothing, buy an old suit
yeah nothing. it's good stuff. emptiness. mmm mmmm good. usually i would revel in silence when there is nothing but i figure i might as well write it so noone can read nothing. morning head. what will i do today. something monumental. ahh i am waiting for an idea to hit me. maybe there is some charity work i can do. i hear it makes you feel good to do stuff like that. i wonder if it makes you feel as good as a weed nap. if so i should do some everyday to even my schedule out. i am going to fight the urge to turn on the news and spit at my t.v. today. i mean, it's good fun and all, getting kirked out on 6 cups of coffee and pissing on the tube at full volume while a hermit sleeps in the basement and the boxers fight over mud stained rawhide. i will refrain. maybe i will buy an old suit. perhaps one that someone died in. or maybe they killed someone while wearing it. never know what you're gonna get at goodwill. actually, if i buy some deviant's suit of death, i am doing charity work. i mean it's goodwill. it goes to a good cause right. i'm sure there is some diabetic sloth at some desk that will truely benefit by me taking some guys deathday suit off of there hands. new suits suck. no history. it's like a new house. noone has puked in it or fucked in it or been robbed in it. i wonder if spirits transfer through fabric. i saw this thing on t.v. when i got sick of screaming at the news. it was about organ transplants and how this women got some dead fucks kidney and had a sudden urge to kick someones ass under the guise of some asian tenet. she found out she got the lump of flesh from some inner city kid who was killed, and who loved to whip out the old karate kick for fun. she also found that she all of the sudden liked hip hop. "i could understand words where i couldn't before". tripe.

i wonder if ,when i buy my new old suit, i will have the urge to jerk off in the back row of some run down movie theatre after shop lifting some gum and preperation h. i wonder if i will have the sudden urge to buy a fifth of bad scotch and visit a cememtary or break into tears at the sight of some kicking a ball.

really i just hope the poor fuck who died in the suit i am about to own left me a few dollars in it so i can buy some more coffee and a pack of smokes. now that would be some vital legacy i would like to take part in.

if anyone needs a new used suit, you can have mine when i'm done with it. i apologize in advance for you behavioral alterations.

i'm not getting buried and i think it's a waste to burn in clothing.

all songs recorded, engineered and mixed by todd kreuzburg
except final solution and men not gods recorded, engineered and mixed by jerome maffeo
and repeat offender recorded by roy drake witte at b-one productions
all songs were produced by todd kreuzburg and burn the fields at max imus studios.
except for final solution and men not gods which was produced by jerome maffeo and burn the fields at right on recording
al songs mastered by mike kaplan at lion and fox studios

all music written and arranged by burn the fields
except for escape artist written by st. james
and repeat offender written by todd kreuzburg, super nik and st.james
all lyrics written by st. james