I'm having a heart attack on a one way street!

I am inside a grey thing.  I think I see more clearly now: electric blue is actually the color of everything.  Every day there is little less sound, a little more reason to….  These patterns have everyone trapped; coffee and then liquor, work and then television, fake smiles and soothing absences.  Her body betrays everything.   But who is she?  Really.  

I would echo the sentiments of that text: everything is meaningless. 

Thoughts are spilling out of my brain and splatter on the floor like embryonic fluid.  I can only marvel at the new diseases we continue to create.  He is asking someone to be his victim and I wonder if she will acquiesce to his desires.  This was a brief and beautiful encounter: please turn around, let me see, please let me see, oh so delightful, so bountiful, so wondrous and ever on display.  And what are those letters, what do they mean?  My vision goes a bit cloudy here as I realize she is quite literally fucking a minion of the underworld.  Don’t you ever wonder about the origin of that strange voice which speaks to you in the middle of the night?  I’ve woken up too many times to know there’s something right there in the corner, almost perfectly concealed in the dark.  I can’t move, oh God please don’t let me see it, I don’t really want to see it.   

At last, I completed Arrow season 2 and found it to be about as satisfying as possible for a television program.  I say “about” because I have viewed more satisfying seasons of other programs though not many.   

That oil slick hair style, damn sexy!  Why have I not known about this sooner in my miserable life?  The building.  Do you know what I’m talking about?  THE building and who lurked there; if only she would have partaken in the oil slick.  It would be the most unstoppable force in the history of mankind and I likely would have died of perverse pleasure right there on the spot.  I am a tainted ugly thing.    

I need to read more about astral bodies.  There are many more texts which require my attention.  That ancient meeting which occurred at dawn terrifies me so.  Would I be risking my soul to read such a volume as that?  

You know, I really do enjoy the A Nightmare on Elm Street movies.  In a way, I feel like the character of Freddy Krueger never reached his fullest potential but it is still a series full of great moments including two genuinely great films in the original and Wes Craven’s New Nightmare and at least 2 near perfect lovingly made shlock pieces of pop art in Part 3 The Dream Warriors and Freddy Vs. Jason (Part 4 The Dream Master reaches that shlock greatness in parts) and one truly bizarre totally awful but still fascinating and therefore worthwhile flick in Part 2 Freddy’s Revenge (I would say parts 5 and 6 are simply awful without being fascinating and the remake is one of the worst things ever created) so overall there are magnificent peaks and valleys here.  I’m not sure why I’m reflecting so much on Freddy Krueger right now.  Maybe I’m just feeling a bit wistful and hoping he’ll return soon.  I’d like to pick up the recent blu ray release of Craven’s The Serpent and the Rainbow.  Then maybe I’ll watch while drowning my sorrows in booze; such is the nature of wisdom.  

Oh, and I didn’t realize until today that none other than Angelo Badalamenti provided the score to a Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors.  It’s just one more reason why that feature film is so great!  But is it also one more reason why I’m such a worthless individual?  Most likely.  

I was in my car and put on Run the Jewels 2 and had to stop somewhere in the second song.  It was too raw, too honest and I simply was not prepared for it at the time.  I can’t remember what I put on afterward.  I think my head hurt at some point today.  

Lluvia made the bet!  I just watched it on CMLL Informa.  An apuesta of the loveliest kind with Reyna Isis.  I will follow this til the ends of time.  My heart is so wrong, so awful.  I’m sorry (to everyone).  The Rain is so lovely.  

She felt deeply sad today but could not articulate why.  The safety typically offered by her automobile instead only offered a rather grim isolation.  For a few minutes she turned on the windshield wipers even though it was not raining.  Dinner with two friends was planned earlier in the week and her hope was they could help cheer her up with their perennial positivity and good humor.  

Oh Marcela, don’t you understand?  Don’t you realize?  The puente, the puente!  A sleeper hold!  A backbreaker!  A pin, there, sweet submission, dulce dominance.  Oh please!  Is this love?!

If you call me I will not be able to answer and you will hear my outgoing message which says I’ll likely be out of town for quite some time.  But no one will ever be able to find me.  There is an awful transformation taking place.  I think it is somehow related to some deeply disturbing dreams I’ve been having recently as well as some rather grim paintings I’ve produced.  

Where are my Plastic Man archives? Will people forever be wondering if it was a sympathy award?  I think I’m likely trailing off into oblivion somewhere.  Red wine always brings the truth though, am I right?  Of course I am.  Atta’ girl.  

I’m heading back to the Underground very soon.  Will Kobra Moon be there?  Sexy Star?  Catrina?  Oh please to all.  I am so impure.  I watched a couple spring training baseball games yesterday.  It felt like coming home.  I’ve been told drowning also feels that way.  Perhaps one day I’ll be fortunate enough to know for sure.

  
Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), Only Built 4 Cuban Linx and Liquid Swords is such a perfect musical trilogy.  And Thalia has a new album coming soon!  Very little could possibly make me happier because there exists almost no other music which makes me as happy as that of Thalia!  I’m such a piece of shit!  But all that aforementioned music is great!   

 
I’m just on episode 3 of season 3 and the very last 33 seconds has the return of Nyssa!!!  Oh Nyssa!  Be still my palpitating hollow muscular organ at the center of my circulatory system!  Like cupid, she has shot a metaphorical arrow of love straight to my heart.  How I wish she would shoot a real arrow straight to that same spot and then stay with me as the life drains out of me, smiling tenderly and telling me it was all going to be okay.  

They were a strong recurrent theme in this post but that’s simply because they are the best ever, anywhere. 

I’m seriously about to have a panic attack (I wish!  Why can’t I worry like normal?!)