Couldn’t find anything else. The following being typed on a Scott Towel. You know — The one that’s twenty percent heavier? What the hell is her name anyway? Not the waitress with the spills. The other one. The one in the grocery store. Whipple’s Supermart. That was a joke. Really. Anyway, they all know each other and they’re all out there. Even the old ones. AUNT BLUEB

I had to leave but now I’m back. Who cares what her name is. I saw Karen on T.V. again. Just sitting there — staring out like everybody else. I gave up trying to call the local station. Some woman on the goddamned party line talking about bundt cakes and she won’t get off. Karen’s on all channels anyway. I don’t want to cry again. This morning I did it and I didn’t even know until I felt the water on my chest. I don’t remember when I put my robe on. Karen wasn’t in bed this morning. I woke up pretty hot and rolled over. No Karen. No screw Karen. Karen on T.V. So I get up to close the drapes, cause the windows are built low and Karen or no Karen, this is a case of the Saturday morning hornies that just will not wait and what the hell do I see on the lawn but the goddamned Doublemint Twins look like walking cartoons and they’re holding tennis rackets and they’re posing and dancing and singing about doubling their pleasure on MY LAWN. And that isn’t all. I wish I knew who was going to read this. I wish I could TALK to them. I wish I knew who I’m asking to believe this. Some psychiatrist, probably. Just like the one who told Karen that I

Nobody’s going to read this. And yes, they are moving in on this house. NOTHING IS LEFT but this little tape player — you’ve got to understand this — little tape player — Sony, G.E., Pioneer, Teac, REALISTIC, — inside my brain keeps saying DESCRIBE THINGS. I’m at the window and I hear this siren. Like an air-raid. A ship’s alarm — that’s it — and Phil Keating’s ranch house across the street shoots fifty feet into the air on top of this stone thing with lettering across the front. Fortress Against Bugs. JESUS CHRIST and his front door opens and — i swear — This fat white thing pops out and starts tossing crescent rolls down on everybody. noBody pays any atten

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Back again. Noises on the roof. Cereal boxes. The kids on the street are tossing them in all directions. Somebody got hit right in the face. A lady — trying to tow her beauty shop home. Tried the radio again and GUESS WHAT. Crowd noises. Too many voices to make sense. No harmony. OUTSIDE NOW, OUTSIDE ON MY LAWN IS HARMONY. harmony. melody. harmony. Is that why they did it?
i don’t know how much longer I can last here. CANT ANYBODY SEE THIS?? MY HOUSE IS SURROUNDED$ the snack — pack horse is staring at me through the pato window. I LOVE PUDDING AND IM SHIVERING. NO use talking to them. They go on repeating and repeatingg annd repeattingg. I cant go out again The Last time, two men in black suits — the,old,one,two almost got me. cant find anymore paperRR. None in the house. WHOS GOING TO READ TIS THESE ARE MY GUTS . . TTTYYYping not well. I TType not sELL. Machine begginning to act uppp no
IT’s beginning to do an advertisement for ITself. . . . no more timeENTER THE CARTRIDGE AGE WITH THE REMARK-ABLE NEWWWWWWWWWGOD! GOD!!! no time left, control gone, windows darkening, cant count them all. the bandito,the cougar,the toaster,the germs,the ape,the rabbit,the cereal bear, BIG WALLY AND MR TOOTH DECAYENTER THE CARTRIDGE AGE WITH THE REMARKABLE NEW TYPEMATIC SYSTEM BBYYYYYY not my machine anyway Karen would know how to stopp itt fromm doingg thisssss oh god karen somebody the police phil jesus karen STOP THIS PLEASE! NOTIME, helping hands just came through the mail slot and unlocked the door DOOR OPENING i dont want this to happen MAN STEPPING IN IN WHITE dont let this happen       hes saying something about keeping food fresh
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