Sunday, June 30, 1991

The monkey peed green today ('94, I suppose - margins reflect large handwriting on standard graph paper - errors intact)

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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