[FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE GREAT BELLY OF NARCISSISTCAL BEAST:]
July 30, 2003, 23:52

[NOTE:]
THIS IS NO VIENNAGRAM.
IT IS A MIRROR IMAGE DECEPTION FROM WITHIN 
THE GREAT WALLS OF NARCISSISM. 
DO NOT BE FOOLED.
[END MESSAGE:]

{dawn}
“the cheetahs ate my sleeping pills.” Cries fat woman A. to thin woman B. 
A dumpster is positioned in the trees above. 
Several uncut centipedes crawl in fat woman A’s 6 ft. bouffant. 

Morning sickness,a trememendous illness, wakes at the doctor’s for a lunch of stomach bile. 
“how disgusting” says one nurse to another. but without a note; like a tenor saxophone; they both dive in without their noseplugs or hairnets, thus ruining their perms. 

Shall all the cradels burn in envy?

[BULLHORN:]
Yes, The vigilante sample platter is full.

[Narcissism:]

{midday} 
Now, down down to town without a brilliant air to sound the alarms. 
Today we slam all definitions of missionaries and Brazilians, forgive me, not, Jewish mosoltov.
[TECHNIQUE:]
Loss of motor skills make me want to spell mountain and spill sops fo wilting mowers of milking molly blonde moustache. Wax these bugs from the pages of life. Spark me in the apartment, wait that’s too obvious. 

[BULLHORN:] 
Thousands of newspaper headlines read: 
“WAIT! THAT’S TOO OBVIOUS!”

Sensitize, Sensitize the future waiters are all blonde in eyes made of glass and the Porcelain Vase cuts fat waist. 

[Narcissism:]

{sundown}
[Part of fever transciptors:
“Men in trechcoats, god knows when, they peel my essence like paint, maggie asks them to stay and cleans me up. I love her again. She is my galapagos turtle, burying our eggs in the soft blue sands of the big time. Have you seen these flavors? Just like supermarket tiles flecked like masterpeices waiting to escape. Hole in neck wants refuge, that is when I draw line. What am I doing in this bathroom when the mirror buttons send backup commencing total system failure. I miss pheremone’s cigarettes from heaven. She is my vacation. Cold chills from engine of destruction. My capsule is a margin none. I want march incubation. Come home soon.
Iodise- 
Must sleep, I am now conserving time by laying down
Centipedes green william any small imperfection and I feel like a endangered white lebonise tiger…frozen with canary how do they fuck again?
She loves me always, hopefully, she’ll blackout sleep depravations. 2 year con? (most of the words cannot be made out)

Tired: sleep at 3:05 to my saint.
…end viennagram…”]

[Narcissism:] 

{dusk}
Madness in moonlight Jazz heat seeking missles. Cut the hedges off with coat wires and smiles from dial tones leaves miles more alone from rooftops of flaming billy clubs like back in olde williamsburg.

[Narcissism:]

{twilight}
Madness in moonlight.
The pattern finally settles down upon the foundry of sockets and sounds. 
Until when, mother hen?

And so the california sun says to marmolaide savvy, “love the takers and users.”
and the ladders and fans are still fans of vienna.

[Narcissism:]