My 9999999 key is alcoholic.
See, I just wanted to type one 9 there just now.
And it did that.
My 999999999999 key has a drinking problem.
I got this ugly drinking glass and put water in it. It has a blue picture of the Mayflower II on it. It's so fugly. It's a short drinking glass, a stubby. I forget what drink this glass is for. Tom Collins glass?
It tells you what 12 things on the Mayflower are by numbering them.
Here is what is numbered:
1. Captain's Cabin
2. Quarter Deck
3. Great cabin
4. Steerage
5. Main Deck
6. The 'Tween Decks (999999(999999999I am trying to type left parenthetical!!! I didn't realize tweens went to sea back then. They didn't have Miley Cyrus I guess).
7. Tiller Flat
8. Main Hold
999999999. Ballast
10. Windlass
11. Fo'c'sle (9999999999999I love that word! That's in Tempest I think)
12. Beakhead ((((((((((99999999999Great name for a band)
I don't see any indications for Rum, Sodomy and the Lash.
So this diagram is not complete.
And opposite the diagram, there's this blue paragraph telling you things about the Mayflower II.
It's an edumacational glass for alcoholics.
So they can read these facts and feel educated as they are destroying their bodies and their brains seated at some bar. They can feel a part of the grand history of things. And they will have something to talk about.
Talk about the Mayflower II.
You're dying.
But talk anyway. Talk about the fo'c'sle. Make a rude double-entendre to the body sitting next to you about their fo'c'sle. Talk about your Beakhead. Make a bad joke about a beakhead and a fo'c'sle.
That's why they put those on that fugly Mayflower glass.
Duh. I may be retarded but I ain't stupid.
That's the general idea of British pluck. Die. Talk. Die. And leave a log or journal.
On the abandoned ship.
There are abandoned ships locked in the ice everywhere. Some of them have even been foreclosed.
Say hey. Hey! Hey you. I may be dying faster than you, but I know the tonnage, burden, beam and draft of the Mayflower II. Do you know that? You're gonna go to your grave not knowing that probably. Sad.
Oh fuck this was build in 1957.
Knowledge should be printed on matter more. I find it helpful.
Anyhoo, I took some Q-tips and was trying to get down around the 999999999 key and clean it up.
But it was cold water. Duh. Then I knocked the water glass over and it went all over Marguerite Duras, 101 Languages ((((((((((((cds), Peppiat's study of Francis Bacon, Caperucita Roja and a bunch of poetry anthologies.
Then I screamed and began wiping all this shit on my shirt and it just got uglier.
All because of my alcoholic sticking 99999999 key.
Then I got some hot water in the fugly Mayflower 2 Glass and used that with the Q tips.
But that only softened it up long enough for me to type 9999's occasionally. Then it stiffened up again.
It's like Ron JEremy's dick or something.
It won't stop doing that.
I wanted to just sit down and write this story I wrote in my head earlier today and it hasn't happend yet.
I'm afraid the gossamer is melting away.
The beautiful, gossamer prose.
Lee said Gossamer is actually the name of that red hairy heart-shaped monster Bugs Bunny manicures. Not Hairy.
He researched it and found it.
It's wine dregs down in the 99999999999999 key.
Glued it in place.
There's some mystical messages from the Muses.
Or Suarez-Arauz.
He is telling me to abandon the Muses. Leave Mnemosyne. And no child support either. Let the bitch work the streets.
Amnesis.
All the way, dog.
She's cold man.
Let her sit in it.
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