She was a prostitute, killed under a bridge. I think
she was coming home from the movies. I saw something through a thick pane
of glass but I did not quite understand the implications. Isn’t that
always the way? Some madman screaming away. Is that even
complete? I guess it doesn’t make complete sense though I would add I
learned long ago the dangers of torturing ducklings. She asked if I
wanted money or a kiss and the choice was far too obvious. Of course, I
ended up hating myself later on but what else is new, am I right (I asked
winkingly)? I gotta titti this up! Insert expletive here. I
think “fuck” will do nicely but I’ve never been one to quibble. Kibble
though, that’s entirely different matter, I love feasting on juicy sumptuous
kibble. And bits! I’m not a horse though. Of course.
God, I saw it! Right there through the fucking glass I saw it all happen
but I did not fully understand! Someone please help me because I feel so
very frightened right now. What am I? Damn. I will be
forgotten. No one will even remember my name. This is taking
something very precious as it flies away. All my idiot questions. I
think I’m something of a Xerox. I got the thing, I guess the future is in
good hands. Couldn’t think of the right word. If only there was a
jazz ensemble backing me up, reflecting my every thought. Perhaps then I
wouldn’t be such a worthless individual. Damn.
I guess I’m excited for something but I can’t quite remember what. I like that noose that mysteriously just appeared but I don’t believe that is the rich origin of my excitement. The general aimlessness of the text was quite appealing to me though I acknowledge that aimlessness is perhaps not the best word. I felt so alone when you were not there. nothing the same. I believe I am a fraud. Need to investigate more. Are we really all going to disappear? Is this listed somewhere. Intense stomach pains lately, rather unpleasant. Tilt, oh yes, not too much can compare, isn’t that right? Hard to believe it is possible to go on without…. A bit of dancing and crying because nothing is ever going to be the same. Locking up the locksmith, eh? Sounds mightily intriguing. It seems my corruption knows no bounds, we are all on a steady descent.
I think that is what I realized the other day. All coming to a great sense of finality. I suppose it doesn’t really matter much. look how weak you are. I think it’s time for you to go to sleep. Such honeyed words.
I’m pretty sure I’m watching a Dario Argento movie whilst I write this. Or am I? No, yes, I’m pretty sure that I am. His very first one which remains one of my faves of the great giallos. Must you insist on talking to me? I suspect I’ve turned into a rather unsavory character. I wouldn’t want to talk to me. Those two executions were rather public and now we are bizarrely fielding questions from two different trials at two different points in the timestream. Yet it all makes some beautiful cosmic sense. Faith placed in me is surely faith misplaced. Everything is roughly drawn. I keep hearing a lullabye and want to go it. then I step in some wet concrete. I have not yet heard Radiohead’s new album though I suspect I’ll give it a good listen in a month or so. Until then…. Bjork’s last album is/was not easy to listen to but that’s a good thing. Things that used to make me feel better I’m not sure do anymore. Me me me me me. Am I being selfish or practicing singing opera? I hope no one is living inside of me because that would be quite terrifying. I think I have a slight crush on an imaginary cat burglar whom I only saw once. I feel like this is my best friend. Trussed up like a lovely….
Still not quite sure why I do things. ready to go to sleep? Could there be two killers? This was the question put forth. I guess it makes some sense. One black and one orange, two lovely colors. Right on top of one another. One takes the lead one day, the other another day. It occurs to me now that I missed the celebration. Why does no one recognize this? Please do not be picking up on this energy. That strange whispering I keep hearing is so frightening, man living inside the walls. What are his children going to do? Haha, he came to realize she was actually a trained assassin! What are the odds?! Could I whip this out in my sleep? Probably not.
Still feeling great about that last main even match. That is how it should be. Pure storytelling. What greatness. I need to see something else. Maybe later today but probably not. As always, i’ll probably find the answers I seek in irreverence. Dare to be absurd and all that. I’m not sure how I feel about the photography on bbc shows. A bit cold, is it not? Oh, what do I know? I’m just a foolish failure. Is there really such a thing as taste? Get your feet out of the water already! I don’t want to buy a painting today. Don’t look me in the eyes. they teach such sad ugly things. it stands to reason though because this is a sad ugly world. Nighty night? oh, I think I heard a pop.
That satisfaction after the fact is lovely. just desserts. I hope you return soon. Things are all out of order now. Always in your corner. It’s the shoes that really bring it all together. I’m running low these days. Someone screaming while glass is breaking. It must be valentine’s day somewhere on earth. Red and all that. let’s not reenact that famed dinner. We’re just all wild game for the final hunt. Haha, how trite, I a laugh merrily to myself.
Maybe we can squeeze a little more out of things. I don’t even know where to begin. What a waste, looking inside that storage, truly awful. flake it til I bake it! that’s what I must do now. Crystals in my eyes.
Really good movie. Need
to find a clean pristine dvd copy if one exists. Oh Ms. Lepe!
And hosiery! Everything to me….
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