You know, I really do love Tim Burton’s 1989 film Batman. I must have watched that
movie around twenty thousand times give or take. I also love both the
score by Danny Elfman and the soundtrack by Prince. That Prince album is
a bit divisive amongst the devoted followers of his work but I would call it
one of my faves. Perhaps that is because of its connection to the feature
film but I find it to be possessed of a lighter, more mischievous spirit which
was perhaps necessary after the beautiful but very heavy Lovesexy. The Batman
album has some great loose funk and it’s a disc I can consistently listen to
from beginning to end. And the film itself is just a fantastic piece of
pop art; Burton had such a clear understanding and vision for the iconography
and it still remains far more daring than a huge amount of the superhero flicks
which have come after. However, despite my love of this movie those who
know me best know I actually prefer Burton’s 1992 sequel Batman Returns roughly twelve billion times more and would
likely select it as my favorite movie of all time. Gosh, I just love
feature films, I love the cinema! What can I say?! I mean, what can
I fucking say at this point?!
I was rather late to the game because I’m a simpering fool but I finally acquired and actively listened to Raekwon’s 2015 album Fly International Luxurious Art and found it to be a top shelf release full of the gritty and evocative stories for which the Chef is known. Despite the lack of RZA, the production and beats are largely on point and lay the dark ambience for Rae’s grim and glam narratives. When not listening to that I suppose I’ve been listening to Aladdin Sane a lot. I love Aladdin Sane.
Oh how he wishes she would just put him in that headlock until he passes out. Is that not what he craves every single day?
So I’m watching two shows fairly regularly right now and by regularly I mean I’m behind the times and playing (Heinz) catch-up and those two shows are Arrow and Breaking Bad (notice I put them in alphabetical order for all you letters fans out there). Would it be controversial to say I’m not sure which program I enjoy more?! I think somehow it would be controversial. People have very unusual ideas about television shows and are rather protective about what they like. I guess I can appreciate that; nothing wrong with being passionate about something. Though sometimes I feel that very passion blinds them to some pretty fundamental problems. I can’t say I’ve ever found a non-episodic television show that did not have problems with pacing, characters making contrived decisions and storylines being needlessly stretched out. Arrow and Breaking Bad both have these problems and neither is perfect though you know what?! Right now as I am nearly finished with Arrow season 2 and about halfway through Breaking Bad season 4 I prefer Arrow. That’s just the way it is. For now. But I will say I enjoy both shows. I’m allowed to enjoy both programs, right? Please tell I am allowed to do so!
That strange book rested on the corner of the mantle. It lay open and its ancient pages were yellowed and brittle. He had not been able to understand much in that book; the text was largely a mystery and it was full of bizarre symbols. He was on knees and could feel sweat beading down his face. His heart threatened to explode and the panic was so intense he was sure to vomit very soon. The not quite human thing before him had both male and female genitalia, each sex somehow three times larger that whatever could possibly be considered normal.
The days are all melting again and it is very difficult to make sense of anything. I need something tangible. Everyone is slipping away much quicker than I expected. I was just there the other night and it was quite shameful. I bore witness to a jolly orgy. Yes, right there on the unclean floor writhed and moaned a couple dozen folk and the fuckery continued for several hours. I frequently have to stop what I’m doing and wonder how we all became so repulsive. We let far too many things inside our bodies these days. Oh, I suspect your eyes are reading with delight. There is happiness in your heart for all these grave misfortunes and how could I begrudge anyone that? Don’t forget your lucky deck.
Again, day in (day out) I am struck by how much time we devote to things we don’t care about. Does no one else see this as an issue? Is this truly what was intended? It is so hot inside our prisons. We are all dropping off and soon enough there will be nothing left. How did this time come so soon? Temptation stands in the way of everything. Let’s all forgive and forget. Let’s not worry about any predatory tendencies. Why must we discuss anything? Hate, nothing but blinding hatred. I am an ugly thing.
This darkness was founded by dogs. As the interiors continue to evolve in a most grey fashion (turn to the left!). Who is this guy? I can’t answer any of these questions. I am the ugly king of nothing. These convenient individuals. You are too scared to go off on your own. You rebel against it but it is the only thing that makes you happy. It’s just a cultural difference. Nothing is truly evil. It’s all just a difference in perspective. I was found on a meteorite. This life started out under a rock. I think I’ll drink another bottle of champagne, thank you very much. Eva says the word champagne so beautifully. The war in the Corto Maltese is so distressing; I can’t stop thinking about it. Some would even say she has two eyes. I’m meeting someone later on who wants to see examples of my black and white photography. I am fucking drained. How do we get away with being so disappointing?
I will be tuning into Lucha Underground tonight. Before and after the program I will likely be reflecting upon my own tortured uselessness but for that 60 minute span of time in between I will exist in an increasingly rare state of happiness. Do I dare hope that...?
I keep finding out that
everyone is actually miserable.
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