I was pleased to sea Facinelli back as Maxwell Lord but was surprised they did not offer any real clues to his villainous nature. Perhaps they are not going that direction with this character but a recent interview with Facinelli would indicate they are (might not know it now baby but I are, this should be a line uttered on the show).
The Grim Reaper is closer now. He’s not smiling yet but he’s beginning to take notice of the things around him and maybe likes what he sees.
It’s dark. Come here. Don’t be afraid. The speakers’ lines are reversed when it happens to me. Outside my circular window I am not sure if that disquieting orange light is coming from the sun or the moon. Must we emerge covered in blood? It’s not what you think. Sex is utterly terrifying. Fleshy writhing monsters. This design is perfect. Audio betrays us all.
I really love Funkadelic’s most recent album. I discover new and great things about it all the time.
I read on the news today that a remake of Christopher Nolans YEAR feature film Memento is in the works. I cannot think of a better idea in the world than that.
I need to do more practice with voodoo. Anyone with me.
Macbeth quote here.
I watched blue tinted video imagery of this doctor recounting his final moments. It seems this great and mystical world was somehow able to see directly into my soul and give me exactly what I always dreamed of. This woman entered my room and she was beautiful, everything I imagined. There was also something frightening about her and her emotionless gaze. I wondered what thoughts lurked behind her eyes; the same eyes whose color I could never quite articulate. Oh no, this is quite wrong. She is something terrifying. But the sensation, the feeling of skin against, is something I’ve longed for and I do not want to resist right now.
I saw the new 007 flick the other day. I went by myself. No, that isn’t entirely true. I will have to re-watch all twenty-some-odd Bond movies to be one thousand percent certain but I think I would call Monica Bellucci my all time favorite Bond Girl. This despite the fact that her role essentially amounts to nothing more than a glorified cameo. I’m ready for a different director for the next one!
I nearly expired of perspiring pleasure when I read that Prince is embarking on a tour which feature only he and his piano. Then my spirits sunk faster than something really heavy thrown into a large body of water when I read this tour will only be for the great European countries of this fair planet. I implored the heavens, screaming for answers, asking why Prince can’t see fit to give back to the very country in which he was born and raised! We need you! Please extend this tour to the United States and I will believe in you forever. All things shining.
I weep that I have no more of The Secret History left. One of the best books I’ve ever read. I have made a sacred vow to read every book every written by Donna Tartt which should be relatively easy as she only has three. I miss that world and those characters. She filled my head with wonderful things.
Insular, that is my world now. There is fire inside of things. Can anyone follow this? How about when we are rolling on the ground. Oh Scott, thank you so very much.
I still dream about you even though it is oh so wrong. I was so close and you never saw. What would everyone do if they knew the truth? I hope there is an evil twin out there somewhere. Maybe that one can be for me.
On a related note I must admit that in my old and increasingly ignorant age I am finding myself enjoying Moore a lot more than I ever did before.
Oh my goodness!!!! So delightful. I can’t get you out of my head. How depressingly literal, the reason he stayed.
He warned be about this. He tried to explain everything to me. My pulse keeps going faster. Words are difficult for me now. It has been a very long time since my last confession. I don’t understand why sound comes in and out and why my memory plays tricks on me. I lied about so much and it is all catching up to me. I feel truly scared. Did you see her standing there? Was I the only one? What does that writing on my bedroom wall mean? What language is that? I have lived a strange double life and I fear my end may be at hand. I am terrified to look at anyone; their faces somehow keep distorting, strange deformed figures keep walking in my line of sight. I am down on my knees and there is a sense of penetration. History has showed us there are very real and malevolent forces out there. This person speaks ignorance to me who wants to write it all off as a matter of perspective. That weakness will result in a very grisly demise.
My shield was up as you advised and I must admit I loved it. is that wrong? Is there something wrong with me? Strange patterns keep popping up. Golden headphones. We all have reason to be in love with him. What do you look like? Physical beauty has robbed me of all common sense. There is not rationale here.
He is a bad man deep down but he is doing his best to hide this. One day he won’t be strong enough and everything will come out. It will be true horror.
I wonder when the Part Two of my life is set to begin? When it happens I hope the title card announces it is a foreign language with English subtitles.
Overall very strong episode, possibly my favorite yet. I’ll give it a good score full of positivity (have you had your plus sign today?)
Something tells me I’ll be drilling through the spiritus sanctus tonight.
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