The real problem is
that almost no one truly knows what they want or what is good for them. More government interference and
control is necessary. I
would like to record a concept album extolling the virtues of increased
government control. There
are too many distortions present in mass media today and I am constantly afraid
of people I see on the streets, people who live near me.
So many terrible
truths revealed.
I am forgetting the
face of my father. I am
knowingly living in sin. There
are no deals which can be made and I will not allow myself to believe
otherwise. I have
disappointed you and I repeatedly disobey and tarnish everything you have
created. I sometimes like
to consider the first time you smiled upon me.
Also, Ang Lee’s Hulk from 2003 with Eric Bana is light
years better than Louie Leterrier’s The
Incredible Hulk with Ed Norton from 2008. I honestly challenge anyone and
everyone in the entire world to watch both of these within a week and try and
say with a straight face that The Incredible
Hulk is a superior film. In
these days where superhero blockbusters run serious dangers of becoming nothing
more than anonymous corporate chuff the original Hulk movie feels even more
unique and more like a genuine artistic statement while the newer – and already
more forgotten – film feels as weightless and sluggish as the worst of these
movies. The original was very much ahead
of its time. I will take
all comers and welcome much discussion. If
need be I’ll devote 10,000 words to why I feel Lee’s film is greater.
I see changes all
around me, everything moving so much faster than before. There is a wildfire coming for
us. Life has become like glass. I cut myself and the skin does not
heal as it did before and I do not know why. They came into my room again last
night and I screamed but I could not move and they took me with them.
The dynamism and influence of Jack "King" Kirby’s work can never be overstated. Kirby’s art is the exact opposite of my life: it is vital, beautiful and
necessary.
Can you feel my
power? I screamed this over
and over again. They all
looked so terrified. Sometimes
I have moments where I forget who I am and sometimes I have moments where I
become someone else. There
is such mutilation. Why do
I see these things? There
was a tiger looking at me last night as while I lay in bed. I think it was a tiger. I cry and my hands shake. Someone is putting these things inside
of me they are inside of me and they make my head hurt and my stomach hurt and
they make awful things happen and I am so scared I do horrible disgusting
things because of them and my body stains everything please let me go please
don’t make me do this again please don’t come inside of me anymore I don’t know
what to do no one believes me but they want to take me away to where they are
from they have changed my body and my sex and I am something else and my face
is burning.
I must confess I have
only ever read one comic strip of Mother
Goose and Grimm but I find the art style to absolutely delightful and it
makes me want to read all the thousands of strips which have been produced
since its inception. Perhaps one day I will have the courage to do so. The strip above is genius.
I
have seen you before. It
begins in the span of a few seconds. I
wonder how long it took for her to create the universe. We travel across the dimensions
and our trajectory marks out a line which divides them all. You made a garment from the clouds and
how it longed to finally cling to your body. Are my desires so
improper? Is it ever
supposed to be just one? Where
were you at the moment of my birth? When
I entered this world were you looking down upon me? Were you smiling and did you hold me
in your arms? Was it your kiss which
created everything beautiful inside of me?
Temptation is a wonder. Our
bodies are entwined and we dance to sweet music of angels. There is harmony and bliss and I
realize I have never known such splendor. The morning stars heard her
voice and all began to sing. The
children danced as my heart wept with joy. Everything beginning again.
Last
night I purchased the James Bond movie Thunderball
on blu-ray at a local conglomerate. It
has been years since I first viewed this feature film and I cannot remember
anything other than the fantastic titular song by Tom Jones so I am not sure if
I will even enjoy this film. Still,
something buried deep within compelled me to make the purchase, something big
and mean and scary. Speaking
of which, many of the classic Godzilla movies – all iterations from the
black-and-white original classic to the recent Millennium series – were
released on blu-ray this Tuesday and I scooped up 5 of those films. Godzilla movies make me so
happy. I am still cautiously
optimistic about the new flick which opens next week. I know I will be there opening day
with my eyebrows shaved and sporting my Godzilla thong underwear. I hope it does not disappoint. So much of my life has been marked by disappointment. That is why I so frequently imagine
tying barbells to my legs and jumping into the river. I enjoy the thought of looking up as I
sink ever deeper in the murky depths and seeing the sun gradually eclipsed by
an inescapable darkness. I knew
an old sailor once. He told me he went
overboard, tangled in the sails. They pulled
him out but it took him 5 minutes to cough.
He said it was like going home.
When the mystery is
over everyone dies.
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