The monkey peed green today
as if afraid that his penis would shrivel up.
Now he begins to push different levers.
He is sick of the monotony of endless
gratification through T.V., masturbation,
food, and marijuana. He begins to
see a definite prison, an unbearable
sameness to everyday. He tries to fight
this, to enact the pleasure principal. But
he is bored with all the things that he
once enjoyed. He looks for something to
break the monotony. An idea, like an ax-handle
slams itself into the forefront of his semi-
conscious organic brain tissue. It alivens.
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