DYING OF BOREDOM IN SAN DIEGO

I want out of this closet but the pencils
are really rolling in right now. It is
not an exaggeration to say we were like
hostages of a new language.

(IF YOU ARE GENUINELY PLOWING THESE
VIOLENT FANTASIES TOO MUCH I THINK THAT
YOU SHOULD CONSULT A PEANUT - IF ONLY TO
HAVE A REALLY STRANGE FEELING)

It was a W.C. Fields movie during which
they would come to complain later,
"There IS life after death!"

(I CAN'T PREDICT THE HEALTH OF YOUR
BICYCLE SHOULD YOU CLIP THIS "NICE BUT
GROPING" MAN - I AM AN ORDINARY GUY AND
A CORPORATE ACCOUNTANT)

More and more, as I listen to these
robots, I fantasize pitying them with my
fists, knocking them to a spa in Florida
and trimming their mustaches and beards.

(YOU NEED TO DIFFERENTIATE A FEW THINGS:
IF YOU RETAIN DETACHMENT OF THE LIVING
ROOM, WILL YOU BE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE
RELIGION AND CUSTOMS OF YOUR NEW HOME?
WILL YOU BE GIVEN A WORD PROCESSOR OR
ALIMONY? OR WILL YOU JUST GET FIRED FROM
YOUR JOB?)

Help me because please I don't want to
understand my situation before I draw a
line.