that once noble captain now lives in her hat (what a great life!)!

This blog post is so magical!  I have magic coming out of my pores.  Word on the streets is that The Dark Tower has just wrapped up filming and is in the sweaty process of getting a rough cut completed.  A trailer is allegedly set for October with the release date coming February of next year.  I’ve been vocal about my misgivings on this project, particularly in the horrifying history of screenwriter Akiva Goldsman but I am still remaining hopeful thanks to the GREAT casting.  As a diehard fan of the books whose read the whole series a whopping TWO times I so desire this movie(s) to be good.  Though I would happily settle for an astonishingly bad movie if good is out of the question.  It’s such a bizarre mythology, such a weird mixture of fantasy, horror, adventure and urban stuff, I do not envy the filmmakers their adaptation task.  But I will be there.  ever vigilant.  Ever waiting for signs of threats extraterrestrial.  I wait still. 

So it was around won oh clock in the mornin’ last night when I began viewing Arrow Season 4 whilst consuming a hearty bowl of Lucky Charms cereal with soy milk (cause cows are for calves).  Returning to this program was like slipping into a warm bath.  Actually, it was nothing like that because I generally find baths to be quite disgusting.  Unless the bathtub is filled with cold Cristal!  But imagine the cardiac arrest I experienced when I realized this season was going to involved mysticism, chiefly in the form of its principal antagonist.  Hence my magic references earlier on.  Magic is tricky thing for me, even that word, something about just sounds…youngsterish.  I don’t know why though, it’s not a bad word.  The thing with magic and mysticism is I’ve always found that regardless of how detailed the writers explain the “rules” or structure, the actual strength or ability of the respective magic always conveniently changes depending on plot necessity and is consequently rarely a satisfying element to the story.  However, that is largely true of any type of power set in any popular fantasy/supernatural/superhero/adventure thing so I’m not sure how valid my complaint is.   

In this day and age of so much genre overlap I’m not sure if there is really a significant difference between a power set derived through magic and someone who is simply a mutant or metahuman; it seems to largely equate to the same outcome.  I will say that in episode 2 they did show the villain cutting himself and worshiping and calling upon a dark god statue thing which is definitely suggestive of witchcraft and black magic as we know it in the real world so I can sort of see that being a character trait, hmmmm. 

Speaking of magic, I’m becoming ever more excited at the announced Justice League Dark movie (or Dark Universe or whatever the hell it’s going to be called) despite the fact that it doesn’t even yet have a projected release date.  That team is host to a veritable slew of magical folk including Zatanna who has always been one of the great loves of my life (along with Wonder Woman and Vampirella).  Please let her wear the fishnets, I beg you, PLEASE!  If Harley could do it, she can do it, if Harley could do it, she can do it!  But yeah, ol’ Zatanna is magical and a great character and I’ve been dying of girlish glee at all the fan casting (including Demi Lovato, which give me a white hot heart attack if it happened).  The rumors of Eiza Gonzalez playing her also fill me EXPLOSIVE joy.  Of course, it’s all just rumors.  So let’s just wait and see!  Oh, she is just such a lovely character!  If they wanna link it up with Batman and the other League homies they could even put in all the mind wipe stuff Zatanna did!  Though there’s enough great characters here – John Constantine, Swamp Thing, Madame Xanadu, Deadman, Etrigan – that I’d like to see it stand on it’s own. 

Please understand homies, I’m not slagging magic or mysticism or fans of it.  Rather, I’m slagging all loosely defined power based systems.  Let’s see how it progresses on Arrow, how it’s shown in The Dark Tower and how it works in Justice League Dark!  Also, I am interested in seeing the Warcraft movie when it is released on digital video disc so we’ll see how that goes over to a total layman like me who doesn’t know jack shit about wars or craft! 

I frequently find it difficult these days to finish thoughts or get a word out to someone.  It physically pains me sometimes to attempt that brand of communication, every word feels awful.  I think that is why Low speaks to me so much.  Structure becomes the theme, at times so distant and at times alarmingly in your face.  And then all those pastoral otherworldly landscapes, traveling down red roads while they continue to invade your brain.  We are we are inside a dying thing.  Even sending each other off is far too much of a strain.  You’re such wonderful…no one is going to begin that sentence when speaking to him.  There is little spirit inside of us, just waiting to express herself.  Oh, the little deaths, each time that addiction grows more fierce and grotesque.  Please don’t let me forsake something true.  I just want to stay inside all day the blinds drawn.  You may not see how these relates to all the above mentioned malarkey but it absolutely does, just consider what was being drawn on the carpet and what contributed to being put in such a fragile mental state.  We are all guilty. 

Prince Charming blew his head off awhile ago, right?  I have to drink some water now.  Every day, new avenues of failure and disobedience.  So it is one week until the Gift of the Gods Champion returns, eh?  Me thinks I are ready.  And of course, October 11 is looming just over the horizon….

Good Lord, I very nearly passed out there.  And then who knows what would have happened if someone hadn’t found me right away?!  One thing’s for sure: that would have been a very undignified death!  

it should not be difficult at all to discern which cobra is my favorite and why

Hot on the sexy hosiery laden heels of yesterday’s news that Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke is going to appear in next year’s Justice League movie and will also allegedly be the central antagonist in Ben Affleck’s Batman movie, there are now an abundance of professional rumor mills stating that Joe Manganiello has been cast as the lethal lad. I recall seeing Manganiello for the first time decades ago in Sam Raimi’s first Spider-Man film (still the best Spider-Man film to date by FAR) where he played bully Flash Thompson.  In all the wasted years of my life since then I can’t say he’s ever made a huge impression on me though I recognize I’ve not viewed much of his most acclaimed work (though he was fantastic in Terrence Malick’s Knight of Cups earlier this great year).  I will say he has perfect look for the character – especially after those recent pics of himself he posted which lend even more credence to this theory – and the look is definitely the most important aspect when casting a character so if he indeed playing Slade I will be more than happy.  

In other cinema news I’m so excited for Rob Zombie’s new movie I can hardly shit straight!  I guess that’s not really news, is it?!  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  The trailer(s) make me doubt it can match the artistic heights of his previous movie, The Lords of Salem, but it looks to be a real brutal and visceral punch to the gut nonetheless and that’s just what I like.  I guess.  I don’t really know what I’m talking about anymore but I am filled with liquid anticipation.  Maybe I’ll watch Lawrence of Arabia later today while consuming a spicy chicken sandwich or maybe I’ll binge watch Season 4 of Arrow.  Either one would be a very productive use of my time.  people do love their tentacles, don’t they?   This home to frankly bizarre and wonderful desires.  

Will October 11th be the most important day of my failed and hopeless life?!  It’s certainly a distinct possibility!  Perhaps a resurgence is in order.  Perhaps my SHIN is going to do something extra special!  Maybe I’ll fire purple lasers out of my mouth!!!  I’ve just been singing the Smithsonian Institute blues lately, I can’t help myself.  Lightning is striking again!  In a few minutes I’ll probably plug in the ol’ Sega Saturn (still the best system ever) and play Sonic R for 11 hours straight and then maybe Panzer Dragoon.  Hell, maybe afterward I’ll go roller-skating for 9 straight hours while wearing a gauche tie-dye t-shirt and jean shorts and while listening to Neu’s classic 1975 album – simply titled Neu! 75 – on repeat through uber-cheap craptastic earbud style headphones purchased at a corner gas station. Ah Neu!  How I love them so.  How I love that Motorik rhythm.  Then when I come home I’ll throe Low on the ol’ record player.  That last track – Subterraneans – oh wow, how I love that sax solo(s) he pumps out!!! Be careful about sax before marriage though, that’s a big know know.  

Babyface is indeed very prophetic.  We have been suckling on this for so long I am now unable to function properly without this species of projection.  Everything better though the pane.  Strange how anxious we are to suppress reality.  There was bright blue expanse staring back at me, as it stared back at millions of others across all space and time.  And what other colors on display?  Like an Easter egg.  And then acres of darkness.  Cascading.  Such a costly error and now this necessity can never be undone.  These laces are always undone and I wonder how she could be so kind, the castle shaped like the letter W.  And now something new and fierce and all consuming.  These pink roses and black cobras have destroyed me all over again and I cannot breathe and it feels so right.  These shipwrecked maidens always conjure up something new.  All those ancient texts.  And this animalistic mother and daughter that are now on the prowl.  It is a hopeless cause to attempt the high road.  All is lost.  There never was any hope.  Let us not look at the carpet.  

Before they were a curse, they were a revelation.  That Little Star was caught out in the Rain again. though I fear a Fire may be coming soon.  Something red that will wipe all of us out.  And The Jackal.  My brain produces a fluid which can bring dead fish back to life.  Expect me to put that to great use in the coming months as I prepare to open up an exotic aquarium in the dark heart of downtown L.A.  Speaking of which, the other day I was running around town with a 15 pounds of wet leather in a paper bag at my side and found it increasingly difficult to reconcile this every shifting political soundscape in which we find ourselves.  It is terrifying how we all insist on voting given how ignorant we are.  Ah, I see the issue now, it was two at the same time.  we are all hopeless.  Of course we fail, how could we not?  Don’t kid yourself.  

I am pleased Metallo is going to be making an appearance. I’ve never looked at him as a serious heavyweight but I’ve always enjoyed his presence.  It should be easy enough to adapt.  Or should it?  I was in a store the other day when I saw the gorgeous re-release of Parade (Music from the motion picture Under the Cherry Moon) by Prince and the Revolution.  I almost plunked down all the rolled coins in my pockets and purchased right there but I didn’t.  I think will pretty soon.  That’s such a great album, top to bottom, one in a string of classics.  I definitely don’t need a hole in my head.  Love that bass line to new position.  And the one in the next to last song.  Oh man, what came next though…wow…simply wow.   

All these miserable years later X2 is still by far the best X-Men movie ever! By far I say!  You know, I really love the book Lisey’s Story.  I think that is one of King’s very best and is a rich and rewarding read.  Maybe I’ll re-read while sitting on a beach and eating an undercooked slab of prime rib. Also, I’m gonna go against the grain (or am I?!) and say I think Godfather part 1 is superior to part 2.  Always has been, always will be.  I’ve had From a Buick 8 for decades now and have not read it.  It is in immaculate shape.  I need to remedy by negligence and read it right now!  This far, no further! 

Detox baby, it’s comin’!  

I failed to mention all that evil and dark magic perpetrated by The Witch which was just as crucial as anything else there!

So judging by that blurb Affleck posted I can cannily extrapolate that Deathstroke is going to be in the Justice League movie!  At least I think I can.  What a groovy character.  He’s been realized to great effect before in the stellar second season of Arrow so hopefully Snyder et all won’t cock things up for the feature film though I suspect he may only be introduced in a peripheral sense as the JL movie will already have a lot of heavy lifting to do character wise.  Only time and dozens of viewings will tell.  

Speaking of Arrow, I plan on purchasing season 4 on blu ray tomorrow and shortly thereafter I will binge watch the entire season while consuming dozens of cans of Vienna sausages and sardines and washing em down with a gallon of Darigold whole milk.  I’ll probably also burst into tears several times per episode, likely due to equal parts impact of the performances and ruminations over my own failed and useless existence.  I saw a fan suggest Stephen Lang for the part of Deathstroke.  That would be a cool choice.  Cool is such an evocative word, eh?!  Also, is it possible Deathstroke could be an antagonist in the eventual Affleck Batman solo flick?!  Anything is possible if you follow your heart.  

I definitely need more of The Jackal.  Ah yes, these are the overpowering and bizarre visions which fill the inner corridors of my mind.  There was a The Jackal and the Moon and the Huntress.  The Jackal was on top of everything and there was ember raining down.  Serpents stretched out and took hold of all sides.  The Moon appeared gone and then returned, once glowing white but now red.  The Huntress fell by The Jackal’s wrath and then fled, seeking sanctuary in a very far away land.  Would the huntress return?  What could possibly drive fear into The Jackal? 

It is probably that ol Lightning Luciano’s influence was ultimately a disastrous element to introduce into my already miserable.  Whatevs though, right?  What’s done is done and I cannot take it back.  I made my decision and I cannot say I did not slavishly love every moment.  And was it as disastrous as the scuba related choice?  All that diving and snorkeling.  I would never use a haz-mat suit.  Perhaps that was my fatal error, I always sought those things out, I never needed the prologue of an entire night.  And now I am not even mindful of the sicknesses invading every heretofore hidden and carefully preserved corner.  Little but little these little deaths exert more and more control.  My worst illusion – and therefore the one most impactful at its moment of loss – was believing I ever had any semblance of that control in the first place. 

I foolishly missed the MTV Video Music Awards (VMA’s to all the hip folk out there) last night because I was busy stewing in caustic self loathing!  However I will no doubt utitlize the Tube of You to view Britney Spears’s and Beyonce’s performances.  Judging from photographs I saw much shiny brilliant hosiery which makes inappropriately excited beyond measure.  Even though I find awards of any kind – but especially entertainment based awards (such as Oscars) and especially especially those given out by MTV – I was still somehow pleased to see David Bowie’s video for Blackstar win something.  Blackstar is such a complete piece of art. 

 
This NesCafe has made my heart zoom up to 947 palpitations a minute!  Maybe I’ll eat some soup later onto counteract the effects.  Man, 15 minutes in and all the characters are introduced and we’re already to the island!  I continue to be stunned and amazed at the utilitarian awesomeness of Jurassic Park 3!  Greatest film of all time?!  Possibly.  The Velociraptors are so cute in this one! I can’t get over it!  I love their little feathers and the different colors they have!  I need to purchase the motion picture score that I may blast it in my motor vehicle and pretend I’m a character in the movie!  Only then can I possibly know anything even remotely close to happiness.  Oh God, I am so very very pathetic and disgusting.  I hate myself so much! 

 
Tilt and Low.  Or Low and Tilt.  Either way back to back.  That is such a perfect combination.  Oh it is a stark examination on the glorious and grim inner workings of the mind.  Maybe a little Lynch afterward.  Or maybe a lot!  A good dollop of him like a generous helping of whipped cream.  Also, those anti-chafing bands from Bandelettes are simply glorious, unbelievable beautiful!  I don’t know if they could ever be paired with something else, something with denier, not sure if they are meant for that but a pair such as that would be pure heavenly bliss.  

I know I’ve said it before (I think) but that last minute of the original The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the final images it leaves us with is about the most perfect cinematic moment that has ever been captured.   This sprawl, flat on her back…that does not connect with anything written above though I think it may connect with something down below.  Sheer-ah.  Or.  Sheer-uh?  I guess it all makes sense now.  From the very first time I never stood a chance.  My brain was royally fucked!!!  

Holy crap!  In the middle of excreting out this post, news broke that Deathstroke will indeed be the main antagonist in Ben Affleck’s solo Batman movie!  I was seriously doubting this because I’m an idiot and thusly have been proven wrong once again!  I wonder what this ultimately means for Jared Leto’s Joker….  Still, always a pleasure to see a never-before-seen-on-the-big-screen-villain show up!  I now eagerly await a casting announcement.  As long as we’re showing new characters I think Black Mask – always one of my favorites – is one who could easily be worked into a Deathstroke storyline.  And if they do that then why not throw in a more crimeboss oriented Penguin too?!  Damn, I’m getting that great familiar feeling again of being excited over an upcoming Batman movie.  It’s one of my most favorite feelings! YES!  I’m ready!  Give me that Batman flick written and directed and starring Ben Affleck featuring Deathstroke now!!!   Oh yeah, and Jeremy Irons was a great Alfred in Batman v Superman so I look forward to seeing more of him!  And J.K. Simmons as Gordon!  I need this now!!!   

I’ll probably take a capsule soon to revisit that glorious moment of derisive laughter, sodium lights and coal black waves cascading downward.  

I always thought he said largess (Martin at his finest!)!

Is The Dark Knight?  That wasn’t quite a question, was it?  I’ve watched that flick 7 times in the past couple days.  It is still a marvel!  It is a damn near perfect screenplay, every single scene and character esstential, no time wasted, edited to a T.  even after having seen it 5 thousand or so times, I am still wracked with tension from the first scene.  And what a score!  What a fucking score!  And the photography, oh God the photography.  The blues!  When I hear those couple things, a dive and something a bit more wild, I am immediately emotionally transported right back and it is wonderful.  I am terrified that it will disappear if I use it too much.  does it exist anymore in anyone besides me?  

Taxidermies, eh?  I guess it all comes to bear in the end.  Something holding tight like a fist.  I think I’ll probably listen to Earthling again.  we are goons all dressed up like  medical professionals.  You have pushed far too many buttons in your time.  if I could choose I would certainly elect those two to abduct me.  I think a former beauty pageant winner, is that correct?  Yes, Low truly is one of my favorites.  I recall exactly where (but not exactly when) I procured it. I also remember who I was with at the time.  They do not speak anymore.  I’m sure this is regrettable.  It simply is.  

Struck by this image.  Clear that the decision was the correct one.  I think, I hope, that this will inspire me to much greater things.  that is the only thing left.  She doesn’t ever want this to be over.  The spiritual side of things, what answers are they giving?  She was looking out over the ocean.  I want you to know that you no longer need me or anyone.  This is lovely to see.  The decision was the right one.  Jurassic Park 3 is on.  I love it!  What a near perfect B-movie!  Or is it perfect?!  Maybe I’ll have to watch it 17 times in a row and drink a gallon or two of rich chocolate Ovaltine to know for sure.  Maybe along the way I’ll eat a grilled cheese sandwich but probably not because I don’t really like those tee hee.  I’ll tell you what I do like though: yellow legal pads.  I love writing on em and I love ripping off sheets and eating them!  I shaved the other day.  The wind is hot today.  Jodorowsky, I must conduct more investigative research.  It was simply awash in bright and bold reds.  Great shit as the kids like to say. i loved Jurassic World too! I a sucka for anything Jurassic! 

Her soul is menstruating right now and I feel he is going to lap up every drop.  

Yuck, I feel so disgusting after that breakfast.  Mayonaisse, I never want to eat it again.  Corgan’s new role is quite thrilling.  I still needs to listen to that Q & A podcast to get the full lowdown on it all.  Fuck, I really need to.  I put on Spears’s new album last night but I was unable to actively listen to it.  hopefully I can remedy that on this very day.  But what I heard sounded most promising indeed.  maybe I’ll curl up with a big ol’ bottle of wine while listening to it.  then maybe afterward I’ll watch a De Palma flick or read up on ancient Chinese history or some perilously old school magicians (in the morning no less!).  oh luc, always a pleasure, eh?  What color!  

Track 4 – Private Show – is a very sexy song.  I love it.  Likewise the chorus of the previous track is awash in beautiful synths and vocals layers.  Soon, my friends…soon.  Berlin always pulls me back.  I will have to go there someday.  We are a man machine.  We are awful.  don’t make that mistake of believing in yourself. 

 
I know it’s not the popular opinion but I prefer Carlito’s Way much much more than Scarface.  They are both De Palma, both Pacino, similar themes but I found Carlito’s story to be far more compelling with sharper performances and more assured direction, especially in that climax, what a fucking terrific climax!  Fucking terrific I say!!!  Both flicks have gorgeous cinematography though, like a really juicy turkey sandwich.  That De Palma, he slays me!  

Boy howdy but Spawn is a truly awful movie with some of the most atrocious CGI I’ve ever seen in my worthless life.  I proudly own the film on blu ray and have watched it multiple times every night this week.  Such is the nature of wisdom.  John Leguizamo does great work there, I will say that.  and I could never dislike Michael Jai White.  I think I’ll go watch it again right now while drinking 9 glasses of Black Velvet Whiskey on the rocks (I always go for a solid but not overbearing 2 rocks).  I have not lived all over the world.  This massive openings and subsequent diminishing is not a good model (I think).  

I think I narrowly missed Jack “King” Kirby’s birthday. What an artist!  I adore his work.  Just about everything the man touched was pure platinum plated gold but I am most especially fond of his Fourth World stuff.  Simply sumptuous and brimming with unbridled creativity. Thanks for everything Jack!  Also, Adore is one of my favorite songs of all time but to my knowledge it has absolutely nothing to do with Jack “King” Kirby.  

I think one of us may be talking to someone who does not exist at all. I wonder if either one of us has grey eyes.  do you like angular things.  I should have also asked her thoughts on orange and profiles.  I suppose this is the sound of where I am at right now.  It is a lovely detached thing.  We musn’t push ourselves too hard, isn’t that right?  I’m falling in love with the phrase little ice age.  I wonder how many of us could have used the block to such a stunning advantage.  Does that even make sense?  This is the sound and image of crumbling things.  trying to coax her out a bit.  I would love for that feminine side of me to actually exist.  And all along we both know whom he was seeking to worship.  Try not to put yourself in too much danger though.  

The actual phrase was lard-ass.  

please let me stay in this...but no one would ever say goodbye to me that way....

One planet over and this could all be over for us.  this is the goldilocks zone and we’re just sitting on our asses eating our curds and whey.  I felt myself dripping from the end of a gun the other day.  I wonder if I am happy on that planet?  Though it is much more comforting to consider my lack of existence on this theoretical worlds.  Let’s keep a sharp eye open if any of those words were a bit too yellow.  Let’s also be careful about opening up that salon in place of a diner.  You already guessed at the truth.  I suppose it was not too cleverly concealed, eh?  

Don’t believe in yourself.  These are the greatest words I’ve ever heard.  Still, as I’ve previously advised one must be very careful in researching these particular symbols.  It sometimes feels like I am sinking but I know this is not the case.  At that speed I realized it was impossible to focus on anything positive.  There did not exist a single emotion which was not mired in something dark and ugly.  It was just a matter of time I suppose.   Maybe I just need something else to cling to.  

I do so admire that copper top and did not even realize at first how it recalled those great excursions on those inspirational European streets so many years ago.  Risky business wearing the flag but when done with aplomb it cannot be denied.  And all those tits and explosions.  Such a stuttering thing there but it really captures the stark insanity going on inside all of us, does it not?  Yes, I love it. I love it so. Late period greatness.  Or maybe mid period greatness.  I’m never quite sure anymore.  I’ve been telling too many lies lately.  Something is going to happen to me.  I have acquired Britney Spears new album (the deluxe edition with several bonus tracks) but I have not yet listened to it.  Full report coming soon.  

I must say the first season of Supergirl is one of my favoritist things ever.  I believe I cried somewhere around 93 times throughout the entire season and in the end I walked away feeling hopeful and happy.  It is as pure an adaptation of the great spirit and sprawling mythology of the Superman lore as has ever been done and I eagerly EAGERLY anticipate season 2.  Mad props to all actors involved with Melissa Benoist simply pitch perfect as the titular girl of steel.  I think I’ll binge watch the entire first season all over again!  Love that Martian Manhunter!  

I cannot recall ever looking into a mirror and not thinking “wow, incredibly fucking ugly.”  That’s just the way it goes I suppose.  They are all dropping like flies.  Are my expectations out of whack?  I wonder if anyone truly knows what is going on underneath.  We must make a concerted effort at some point to stop smiling through our coffee stained teeth.  Careful, that thin mask of sanity you so brazenly wear is starting to slip.  I burst into tears 9 different times today but I can only explain why for slightly less than half of those occurrences.  

This was all for not, he thought.  It doesn’t really matter too much anyway though.  In his dreams she was wearing a white collared shirt with a black bow tie.  Her hair was down.  Nylons.  Black high heels.  Red lipstick.  She kneed him in the groin and it was an exquisite type of pain.  She laughed derisively and mocked him.  Then she comforted him. Everything was okay. But this was only a dream.  There exists a maddening poetry in obsession and deception.  We are not at all what we perceive ourselves to be.  You laugh and laugh and your savior is hanging around your throat.  What does it all mean exactly?  As you cut into your skin.  This is wrong and wonderful.  Let us beg for a few more pennies.  

Oh, thank goodness that I discovered you Mr.  Walker.  The baroque and then the bizarre.  Somehow it all connects and sticks needles into my soft brain tissue.  Tilt.  Oh yes.  You know how to whistle.  I think I was probably crawling around on the floor and pleading for help.  None for grim.   Oh please, just give me one more piece of perfection.  I don’t even understand a thing about these glass traps yet I constantly find myself ensnared by them.  And what are we going to be drilling through tonight?  Yes, is this fascism or some kind of glorious sadomasochistic relationship?  Or is it radically both?  Oh those hips.  All the better to see you with my dear.  A nice little drip.  A drip and a drop, quite a rhythmic motion with all that dropping.  So full and lovely.  I can’t breathe anymore with all this lace in my mouth.  

Oh yes, Under the Skin was an amazing movie.  What a glorious piece of art.  Me love it so!  Maybe I’ll go watch it right now. Or maybe I won’t.  anything is possible as the kids like to say.  What a beautiful night.  hate is in the air.  Is that why it’s beautiful?  Oh please don’t let it be so.  Yes, I was talking about Earthling earlier.  I’m not sure how that was. 

Hahaha, I can’t help but laugh to myself knowing that our filthy ugly desires control us all. what disgusting things we all are.  The awful hypocrisy.  Hahaha if only…. I am so repulsed my own body and its needs.  Why do these things exist?  There are tentacled things reaching out for me.  Don’t believe in yourself.  Why do I have to repeat that?  folk so much wiser than you and I already knew the truth.  They could see it behind all those frosted over mirrors.  I hit upon it once while sharing a taxi in the greatest city in the world.  Oh yes, we are not evil because we sin.  Oh no no no no.  Rather. We sin because we are evil.  It is such as simple truth.  And all you miserable foolish fucks who insist on pretending are in store for a very unpleasant surprise when it is finally unspooled out before us.  I’m no better of course.  i am I am a disgusting thing.  And I am nothing.  We’re all related.  What’s a boy to do?

Don’t jerk this handle or I might just die in my dreams!  

If only i could find that book Kate mentioned! Damn me!!!

After all this time he finally realized to whom he was pleading to hold a little tighter.  Is this right?  even the asking, there is hesitancy and…maybe a hint of fear?  There is also beauty and desire and something that feels oddly right.  He is being pulled in all directions.  I truly do not want to be breaking glass anymore.  Though admittedly no one would ever say I’m a wonderful person.  

My day was fairly unassuming all things considered.  I must say I have a tremendous pain in my gut right now.  Maybe it’s time to switch up the ol’ brands.  I have not ever gone to bended knee before someone whose arms were cut off and I can’t imagine doing so in that particular incarnation.  Though I can certainly see myself shriveling and shivering in the corner and devouring a raw fish before taking a bow.  Are well fascinated by the capacity to commit excessively cruel violence?  From our youth, do we fall a bit in love with evil?  

I have to say Maria Elena Salinas’s new haircut is really super cute and adorable.  Oh, how he longs for to use his face as her headrest after a long hard sweaty day of reporting the news (while wearing Secrets in Lace RHT pantyhose).  I hope they don’t make me put on that Third Reich uniform and then order me to march.  There are some things you should not study.  If you open certain books and open your mind you may….  It is true that many begin with animals so please be on the lookout for those manifestations.  

There is a stark anti-narrative taking place here, replete with strange and often disturbing alchemical symbols.  I do not begrudge her at all for what she said about the aboriginals.  Rather, I applaud her honesty (obviously not the original sentiment) and her ability to bare that and accept the criticism.  I look forward to the book and movie.  

It has been a very long time since I read the novella Apt Pupil and a very long time since I saw the Bryan Singer film adaptation (starring Brad Renfro and Ian McKellan).  I would like to reacquaint myself with that work.  Adaptations are fascinating things.  I have the movie Riddick on whilst I type.  Earlier I listened to Scream and then Earthling.  I really do like that movie though.  Oddly, though I always felt Matt Nable did a great job I was initially highly skeptical when I heard he was cast as Ra’s Al Ghul on Arrow because the character seemed so different.  That was clearly a fundamental failure on my part to understand the very concept of acting.  He did quite a good job as Ra’s.  I won’t say definite but rock solid all the way through.  You know, Exotica is really good flick.  Very different than Riddick in terms of story but quite good.  Maybe I’ll put that on afterward.  I need to see more Atom Egoyan movies.  Speaking cinema I saw that the BBC just put together seconds ago their list of the best movies of the 2000’s!  Lists like that are always a fun read though I would have liked more commentary.  

We all stray in a thousand different ways, isn’t that true?  This bouquet was striking and – after at a time – intoxicating.  There was something so familiar though he could not quite place….  Resistance feels so good.  Surrender too.  I say thank you that he could hold himself back.  And then, while everything was steaming, and one arm casually thrown around and this dark matter cascading down.  Pride is sadly going to wash you away.  

In recent I have been able to slowly (though not yet completely) catch up with the first season of Supergirl which I began watching as it aired on television before allowing life to distract me and then eventually purchasing the blu ray set that I might be properly prepared for season 2 which in October.  I must reiterate that though I am largely satisfied (so far) with the current on film interpretations of Superman – Man of Steel and Batman v Superman – this show captures far, FAR better the great spirit of the Superman mythology and their interpretation of Kara AKA Supergirl is far more on point than Henry Cavill’s Superman.  The most recent episode I watched was number 16, entitled “Falling”.  I found it to be immensely satisfying and a definite highlight of the series so far.  Kara is exposed to red Kryptonite which brings out her worst tendencies and takes away her inhibitions.  Melissa’s Benoist’s acting was particularly on point.  As unprofessional as it sounds, I have fallen for her Supergirl.  I loved the reference to Christopher Reeve’s bar scene in Superman 3 wherein he had also been exposed to a temperament altering synthesized form of Kryptonite.  The episode also took back to the days before I was a complete failure, specifically Smallville season 2, episode 4,entitled “Red”, another great red K turns our hero bad episode.  I love this Supergirl show!  I need it in my life.  Oh, I need it so!  

In other related happy DC news, I am pleased that the often rumored and delayed Justice League Dark movie now has a director in the form of Doug Liman.  I have long salivated at the prospect of these characters being brought to big screen – especially when Guillermo Del Toro was rumored to direct.  But Liman has made some solid and grand motion pictures in the past and I’ve full faith in his abilities IF the script is good.  Fuck DC, do something right for a fucking change, don’t fuck this one up please!!!  Give me Swamp Thing in there, and Deadman please, and Constantine, and Etrigan if possible, and oh please please please let Zatanna be in it!  That is all I ask! PLEASE!!!!

I’m quite happy to leave this all behind.  Yes, I was listening to Aeriel again.  Before that, I think it was Lodger.  I ate some crab today.  I couldn’t help myself.  Forgive me, it was delicious.

  
Yes, that dream really predicted it, am I wrong?  The red was sliding off.  Revealing…what exactly?  Black I think, black and through to the flesh.  And then what happened?  Throwing me away.  Screaming and then catching again.  This was the age (not age, number) of sweet….  And then smiles, apologies, no need of course, never.  Don’t be afraid.  Please don’t be afraid of me.  She said.  Hands pressing down on shoulders, holding down.  Laughing, try it.  Laughing….  Try and….

So much passion for pi, gotta love it!  

a plaid hat and painted on and from the movie (many reviewed afterward) all gleaned from the interview

It looks like I’ll have to put off the willful extermination of my miserable existence for at least another day or two now that my “like new” used copy of Hard Rain just via the great US Postal Service.  Before watching I think I’ll eat a granola bar or maybe sharpen all 64 crayons in my deluxe Crayola set, just in case any horses trot by my posh flat looking for some salt to lick.  Man, I physically feel like shit at this very moment.  Probably has something to do with that jar of pickles I consumed at my late brother’s 43rd birthday party the other day, right after 14 rousing rounds of Chinese Checkers.  Following the games we briefly pondered the plight of the Native American Indian before discussing the culinary arts and how it can be a coping mechanism for the stress some folks feel due to their chronic sleep paralysis which sometimes manifests itself as otherworldly presences near their bedside, perhaps after they win the giant hairy bug sweepstakes.  However, right after that but just before he met his demise via the business end of a 27 gauge plasma rifle held together by little more than spit and popsicle sticks we – meaning me, my late brother and all 16 members of the local chapter of the once celebrated Belgium soccer team – were treated to the arrival of a lovely group of plump hosiery laden Latina prostitutes (who’d been ordered ahead of time to elevate the status of the party from an aesthetic choice between a case of want and a case of need).  I personally asked them to stuff a couple pairs of their used pantyhose in my mouth and then wrap another pair completely around my head.  I also requested they be verbally abusive while doing this, occasionally interjecting with a profane word (but nothing vulgar) and then trampling my face with the soft soles of their fishnet laden feet while swapping stories with one another about mundane everyday banalities.  

Yes, I was the one who late the last of those peaches and I do apologize.  I always find fresh hard difficult and/or impossible to persist.  I can’t stop imagining myself swimming around in and taking big gulps of cold red wine.  Maybe tomorrow.  I need to listen to more Bruce Springsteen in the next few days.  The coffee I drank this morning definitely proved that to be true.  I’m a bit surprised Peter would have released a song which used the word “rain” so prominently so soon after Rogers tune.  In some ways it seems like a very calculated cynical move though I cannot die it is its own (not quite as) compelling entity which displays a certain expected level of artistry. Still, one does not exclude the other, am I right?  

Don’t even say anything, that’s what one of them was thinking.  weeping.  By candlelight she said she was not going to say goodbye.  Only the stars know what happened afterward.  Whether I end tomorrow or 50 years from now I suspect I shall always return via that map. 

 
Lost, just as most things are.  At some point he was near the coast.  Do you recall what should have been said earlier?  Canned phrases and scripted situations and nothing was quite as smooth as it should have been.  But it did not matter.  For the briefest of moments…something so quick and lovely, but it barely existed at all.  and now there is very likely only one person who remembers.  And once that person is gone that moment will also be gone.  or is that energy still out there in the universe somewhere?  Just a tiny bit of purity.  

They pounded my face until it resembled so much hamburger helper.  It’s much easier during the week I find.  Have you signed some sort of slip of paper which mandates who will be present at all times?  Scream is really growing on me I must say.  I have converted into someone not very nice at all.  so many things are being extinguished though.  I am now incapable of most…and I have felt very little.  Might we not be confronted with our older selves at some point?  It is much better for everyone to leave him behind.  maybe he will along those city streets at sunset.  Whom might he see at that time?  

Don’t you hate it when you ask someone for a piece of paper and they give you several?  I feel rather detached at the moment.  Or do i?  the speaker was an angel. We are always clinging to an illusion.  Outside is grey again but I must say it feels rather good.  

I’m young enough to still have dreams but old enough to know they will never come true.  Maybe later on I’ll go sit down on a turned-on waffle iron, just for laughs!  The moon is overhead like a delicious pat of butter.  Kat was the first one to have a little pompom on her pink felt pump.  It was extraordinary. 

Losing touch I suppose, everything systematically eliminated.  I have several superhero shows I need to catch up on.  I also need to fax some things.  Faxing seems like such an outdated mode.  I’m shocked to the point of cardiac arrest that anyone still does it anymore.  I am such a grotesque unpure thing.  Unlike you.  You are you are a furry thing.  We are not related. 

I think a meeting with he and he may be able to figure me all out.  Perhaps afterward they would be a bit of choir and maybe some dancing in the church with a skull emblazoned (there’s that word again) on the floor.  Zafiro.  Yes.  And the daughter of the cat.  Memphis gold, that’s what they used to call me back in the days where I could polish off 19 chocolate milkshakes in a row without batting an eye and then go on  to win trophies in softball in mouthwash gargling.  Lodger and Rain Dogs, I should listen to both those today.  all those different vocal stylings!!! love love love.   Maybe afterward catch a televised game.  Here really is a great movie.  I can’t imagine ever not loving it.  I am becoming much more fraudulent and this is troubling to me.  it’s hot outside.  I don’t believe the bride even said hi to me.  what a farce this has all become.  Much better off without me.  that tree still gets me every time.  very poor judge of his own work. 

And the transparency in the mother of the aforementioned daughter of the cat; yes, the cat herself.  Denier. 

but it's already fading (unrelated to the female jackal and shininess)

I made a bold purchase last night when I ordered a “like-new” used blu ray copy of Hard Rain starring Christian Slater and Morgan Freeman.  It’s a total crap film, a real rank piece of shit.  But I love it and for nearly two decades I’ve been unable to stop thinking about it.  I cannot wait for the disc to arrive in the mail.  Once I remove it from the packaging I will watch it 9 times in a row while eating a delicious turkey on rye sandwich and dancing ballet in my living room.  I always start to breathe heavily when I touch nylon fabrics.  Wrap around my eyes.  Stuff in my mouth.  Then wrap around my mouth.  Bind my hands.  Punish.  Fucking loser.  Pathetic.  All those great black and white Mexican films.  La Nave de los Monstruos.  Oh Gamma!  Oh Beta! 

You know, I was skeptical as an pink raccoon at first but after having seen it on the big screen as well as emblazoned in (on?) comic book covers and now  blu ray box set slipcase covers (having recently purchased Supergirl season 1) I can say I do quite like DC’s new logo.  It’s been growing on me like a fungus and now I want to personally stamp it on all property and all various parts of my body.  I feel inspired to wear more metal and jewels lately.  We’ll see where that dangerous path takes us.  I must confess, I’ve thought about it on and off throughout the years but never so critically as in the past few days: the idealized prison and characters and setting of The Shawshank Redemption definitely has the potential to hurt it.  Good ol’ Steve King though, what a writer. 

My payment was completed successfully.  That came as a dramatic release.  I can’t see as how he would ever use the name Pinocchio in that particular context. Built into the system though, am I right?  Very soon I will be consuming hand tossed pizza.  I hope  I don’t spill sauce on myself.  I love sauce.  I like to drink it straight from the jar and then I usually burst into tears because I’m such a worthless individual. 

I know I said it before but I’ve been on a big Alice in Chains kick lately, specifically their last two albums featuring singer William Duvall.  They are great and forceful slabs of boiling, sweaty rock.  The band pushes and grinds and runs over my face with a dump track while I’m trapped in sticky tar!  I have another confession: I’ve never liked the second half of Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N Roses and I almost always skip to the next song once Axl finishes the third chorus and right before Slash’s guitar solo and the subsequent bridge.  The first half is a perfect tune.  The second is an aimless dirge.  But what I do now?!  I’m just a guy who eats bacon and eggs for breakfast and always makes sure his belt and shoes match.  I almost never soda pop either, only in extreme occasions.  we’re all alone in a sense, what a beautiful feeling. 

We really are an uneducated lot, aren’t we?  I definitely have mixed feelings on giving the rights back.  It was at this critical juncture when I began to wonder about the occultist aspects in what I’ve  been absorbing.  I can’t help but taken aback yet intrigued by the close proximity of oculi city.  Knowing that lurking behind those veins and all the kroovy is the agent spreading around its message to every corner of the temple and insuring it’s very near – and now past tense – transcendence.  A little bit of farce right into the end. 

It looks like a threepeat is in order.  But is that deserved?  Who am I to judge?  Corporate cynicism, maybe it’s time to stop.  I’m still not convinced on shared universes. I was also granted a deeper appreciation for Chinese democracy recently.  As always, I feel very sorry for those poor folks who set up all those oh so limiting parameters for themselves. 

You know, I do like the new Metallica song!  Was it released this morning?  I think it was.  It’s nothing innovative but it’s a nifty slice of thrash. It actually reminds me a bit of Slayer though it is not as satisfying as prime Slayer.  The chorus lyric makes me chuckle and takes me back to my misspent youth of listening to transistor radio cooking burritos on the hot engine block of old 50’s maroon Mercury Coupes.  I am intrigued that the new album is going to be a double album though that flourish seems largely incidental (or perhaps a thematically based concern) as it reportedly totals 80 minutes which would fit on one disc.  I am perhaps more pleased that Billy Corgan has been with D’arcy again. A full on reunion would be intriguing, to see that original spirit recaptured.  Gotta love that blonde Yeoman.  Although her painting skills are perhaps not exemplary.  

I hope that Peruvian flake is working out for everyone.  I have a lot more metal on my skin these days but I could always use some more.  I spent an awful long time on the tile the other day.  Afterward I ate a hearty bowl of Lucky Charms cereal.  Who is going to connect me with love?  That is the question many are asking these days.  I wonder if the answer can be found in those ancient texts with the brittle dusty pages and strange incantations.  

What a deeply sad predicament.  We are becoming slaves.  Jingoism.  That has nothing to do with what I’ve written.  I wanted extra brown sugar with my oatmeal the other day but I regrettably forgot to ask.  Ah brown sugar, how come you taste so good?  Be careful when you sing about what’s inside of you.  let us all devote our lives to something we do not care in the least about.  We can spend the rest of our time melting into one another, forming a fleshy grotesque deformity that cannot survive in isolation.  There is a test today, it is unsure whether either of them have or will return.   Those green lights and pocket billiards, they help me see thing with such clarity.  Then I started taking selfies with my Polaroid camera.  

the whole island thing was kinda lame, she said. 

The pink taser again (PLEASE!!!)!

That ancient culture did not have blue.  I am the world’s smart dues ex machina.  I recently viewed the teaser for Denis Villanueve’s Arrival slated to hit theatres in November and it immediately jumped to my most anticipated flick for the rest of this heretofore largely terrible cinematic year.  Or has it been all that terrible?  I’ll have to analyze deeper but I am pumped for this. Amy Adams and Villanueve have earned automatic anticipation after years of consistency and excellance.  Savvy readers may recall that Sicario made into onto my list of fave flicks of 2015. They’d have to be very savvy readers since I never actually finished or posted that article, giggle. Sicario was great though, fucking loved it!  And I’ve seen the full length trailer and I’m even more excited.  I will no doubt be there opening day and will purchase an extra large popcorn and fruit juice and after viewing the film I will go to a bar and try to drown my sorrows though my sorrows will no doubt learn to swim (hot damn, Achtung Baby by U2 is such an amazing perfect album!).

I keep waiting for the day when Danielle De Niese may release another disc but now I wonder if that day will ever come. It is understandable as she seems to be rather busy with live shows but I still hope it may come to pass.  Her voice is honey.  It has saved me multiple times when sitting in my car (where, oddly, I am safest of all)

I become panoramic.  I recall her explaining to me how to summon one and what it could possibly look like.  It is strange to know what could be awaiting you in the night.  the newscaster was talking directly to me last night.  in the middle of the broadcast he said my name and then explained what would happen next.  I received an email with a coupon for five dollars American off.  Yes, there are weird and horrible things lurking about when the sun goes down and I am alone in the bedroom.  Sometimes in the….  Tormentor, what an interesting word.  Everything becomes so heavy and we find ourselves in two worlds at the same time. nothing is outside my head anymore.  Tapping on the window.  There is communication from outside intelligences.  Be very careful about what you read, about what you put into your mind and soul.  States of consciousness is a big problem.  think back to your night lights.  Did the room ever become fully immersed?  When you were looking at things from the little bed.  Did someone slowly appear in the doorway and then move toward you.  my mouth was very dry.  

Savvy readers with elephantine memories may recall the vow I made last year to read every book written by Donna Tartt.  This goal came about after finishing her novel The Secret History and feeling it was one of the best books I’ve ever read in my miserable life.  I still feel that way, now more than ever!  So I am pleased as punch to say that having recently finished her novel The Little Friend, I am now 2/3 of the way through her bibliography.  Of course, this is made easier by the fact that she has only published 3 books but my passion remains the same.  I recently purchased a copy of The Goldfinch and I look forward to digging into that tome at some point in the ever uncertain future.  

Grace’s voice helped to counteract the voice of the nightmare.  An old man wishing to be let in. It’s junk.  That’s probably what I will conclude.  But is junk so bad?  I love junk.  But if greatness if possible, why settle for junk?  Though it’s genesis has been a fascinating spectacle.  I can see all the wires, all the snips.  Chris Cornell’s 2009 album Scream is such a bizarre creation.   I still have no idea if I like it or not but I do find it fascinating.  I wanna quickly compliment Alice in Chains on their classiness.  Even after the death of the irreplaceable Layne Staley they found a way to move on in a grand and respectful fashion and the two post-Layne albums they’ve thus far released definitely stack up against any of their previous work.  They also rock the hardness live.  I love eating big slabs of undercooked red meat, especially if they have a lot of squishy fat on em!  I like sides of mashed potatoes and applesauce.  Such is the nature of wisdom. 

A major theme of my life is self-loathing.  I definitely need to read more works of Robert Crumb.  I might eat a slice of pizza later on but I’m not sure.  I’ve been watching the original Star Trek series lately and have been thoroughly enjoying it.  I watched part of a documentary today that was absolutely terrifying!  Props to the documentarian.  Many many props and kudos.  I’m reading the novelization of the movie Suicide Squad.  In my experience novelizations are utter crapola (though I recall the novelization of X2 being so great I may have to tirelessly search my posh flat until I encounter my tattered old copy and read it 7 times in a row while drinking big frosty glasses of rich chocolate Ovaltine to keep me going.  Also, I’ve wanted to read the novelization of Event Horizon for so long I know deep down that I never truly will and this resignation fills me with the profoundest despair).  The Suicide Squad one was written by great comics writer Marv Wolfman!  Something I think is gosh-darn swell about these types of books is they are often adapted from the original screenplay itself which may differ – sometimes considerably – from the eventual released film so in that way you are seeing a vision into what might have been and sometimes that vision may crush you with all the unrealized potential. 

Yes, he is caught in that electrical storm right now, tied around the wrists.  He uses the communicator (connected by latex?) and is speaking with someone who was in charge of finance or perhaps a small office, always a tinge of mocking in her voice.  Ah, struggles.  Beating and handcuffs and everything coming down to scissors as it oh so often does.  And seams.  I think there are definitely seams and dark hair that was bleached.  

I’m off to churn some butter now!  I don’t know when I’ll be back!  

I don't want to do this! I have to (I'm a duck dressed in a scary costume)!

Well well, isn’t this a sly, natty and forceful blast from the past. Gotta love those colors.  At least I do.  I also loved the smell of cardboard.  I do not want my disease to return.  Everything comes down to strange electronic forms of music.  Or does it?  I don’t think mascara or snakes are talking to me but I could be wrong at this point.  I know its my destiny.  I need to find my fingerless gloves though it is sadly true that I cannot run faster than the speed of light.  Hahaha, l laugh to myself (piss dripping off my face) hahaha.  I have made cameo appearances in the lives of so many people.  He could not handle the voices.  Do you remember that?  Kyle could not handle the voices.  Chiquita banana.  Everything comes down to this.  Let me put my life on the line!  There was limbo, there is always limbo at critical junctures.  

This desire for harmony is most inappropriate.  I was a guest inside a formerly forbidden home and all the while I let my insides rot away. I asked a question and it took the whole world by storm.  No, that isn’t entirely true.  But it was two in that singular moment and though time was moving at its standard rate he had trouble reconciling the most basic of changes.  Intimacy locked inside a voice and rhythm.  That is just so much tortured bullshit. Yet, there is a feeling locked away somewhere, the meaning of which is only known to one person.  

His thoughts turned to the avant garde.  Breaking the codes and finding out what you know and pleas of mercy.  But he was merely a humble observer between a siren and a creator.  Clothes and bottles and seduction and new life.  On the floor.  He asked his friend if there would be disappointment in the air and his friend responded with the impossibility of that outcome.  Formal training is not needed.  Oh you poor soul, what would happen if this spilled out all over the table?  There would be swift excommunication at the very least.  

I made spicy Italian sausage meatloaf last night and consumed it with sides of mashed potatoes and something else and washed it down with a glass of purifying water.  You know, the album Iggy Pop released earlier this year – Post Pop Depression – really is quite great and I listen to it often.  It couples well with Blackstar.  I saw a vinyl copies of Peter Gabriel’s first 3 albums at Ye Olde Conglomerate the other day and they looked so lovely I wanted to purchase them and then remove the plastic, wrap the plastic tight around my face and then just stare at them.  But I did not do this.  I merely coveted them.  I love coveting.  I am fueled by greed.  My darkness, my hatred, is unending.  Those are great albums though, I refuse to deny it.  I have strong desire to drink gallons and gallons of steak sauce and if I’m lucky I just might get me wish!  

I think We Turn Red is going to be the first song I attempt to learn from The Getaway.  I feel like it is within my capabilities (though I could be dead wrong) and I love the mix of punk, funk and beautiful melodicism in the relatively short tune.  I would love to learn Encore but the fingering is a bit challenging for a loser like yours falsely so mayhaps I will work my way up to that one.  

Everything about love and loss can be found in the albums Achtung Baby by U2 and Pies Descalzos by Shakira.  Those will be with me forever. You know, I have the movie The Piano on in the background and I am frequently thrown off by different Holly Hunter looks in comparison to her recent role in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. Granted, more than two decades have passed but I’m still going into convulsions due to the shock.  That’s not a knock against her though.  I think she’s purty in both flicks (and I’m sure she feels very validated now that I’ve given my approval) but she just looks wildly chaotically, anarchistically different!  I would swear to my dying day they are two different people but I guess I would be dead wrong!  I gotta say though: the blu ray transfer of The Piano is not overly impressive.  Damn you Miramax!  

I suppose we are all whores in our own special way.  I am baffled by all these cravings, none more baffling than my own.  Our hearts are ugly rotten and pathetic things.  We’re just lying in wait somewhere.  It would be nice to make the decision not to talk anymore because maybe it would mean no one would talk to me anymore.  Our bodies are rather disgusting.  We are always clinging to a fantasy.  There is one passing through my head at this very moment and it is tinted blue.  But in every moment we are dependent on something which does not and can never exist.  What sad things we are.  It is so repulsive and unnatural how we try to force ourselves to come together and we pretend that our struggles and desire actually means something.  

I love when parents think it’s okay to let their children scream and run around and open and shut doors in offices.  People breed far too much these days.  People are stupid.  I’m speaking so frankly.  Maybe that’s because I have a craving for Ballpark Franks!  They plump when you cook em.  If someone were to eat me I’d like to plump when cooked.  I will just never understand.  That’s the sad truth of it.  Green eyes.  Blue.  Grey.  The queen up above.  I have used far too many pedestals in my time.  I never quite got the symbolism of it all.  probably because I’m just a blathering idiot.  The Love Symbol album by Prince is one my all time favorites.  It’s a cornucopia of color and sound.  Simply beautiful.  I find the album sounds best during the summer months but maybe autumn as well.  I’ve never understood anything.  Not really.  Take an active interest.  It is an extension of ourselves.  Will she protect and forgive me?  I’m looking forward to reading George Clinton’s biography.  Perhaps once I’ve finished with the current book I’m reading.  Man, The Piano really is great.  Maybe I was wrong about that transfer!  Only time and repeated viewings will tell.  And Under the Skin.  One of my faves from the past couple years.  Pure love. 

I’m dangling precariously from a rope as my dirigible sails majestically past the full moon.  

Even with the shaved head...maybe especially...yes!!!

I may have no choice now but to listen to 3 or 5 Scott Walker albums back to back, watch a couple of Lynch films and then partake in my noose setup (among other things).  it’s where you sort of hang yourself but not really…it feels good while you…well, you know.  when the delivery person brings my packages and I like to answer the door in my finest come-hither outfit.  Next time we dance we’re both going to be wearing masks!  I need to throw that other glove away though, it looks like it has blood on it hahahaha.  Who interrupted the fucking broadcast?!  I am so seriously freaked out right now.  They were in my room last night! Oh God, mommy, they were in my room last night, please don’t let them take me please mommy please don’t let… Haha, yes, I’m back and better than ever!  Sliding into third just like that!  Forgive me ya’ll!  I had butter on my toast this morning which probably explains my unusually jovial spirits.  Speaking of spirits, I drank quite heavily last night and fell asleep while watching John Carpenter’s 1995 flick In the Mouth of Madness.  Intimate followers of my work no doubt are well acquainted with my slavish adoration of the work of Carpenter and lead actor Sam Neill so I will not belabor the point.  However did you know I also consider this film to be Carpenter’s last great work?!  Ah, Lovecraft.  What a writer!  How I wish there were more attempts at adapting his rich and horrifying prose though I can certainly understand why it is so difficult.  I was also reading a book by Donna Tart the other day and watching an old episode of the original Star Trek series.  The word “old” there is a bit redundant, isn’t it?! Not to mention reductive. Great series though.  Me ALSO highly looking forward to the new Trek series set to premiere sometime next year (I think).  Whatever though, right? …them take me away they stick me with things oh please oh God what is happening?!

Sorceress.  What a great word!  And a peacock to boot.  Do I dare tamper with these things again (please don’t lock me up again!)?  I haven’t stolen anyone’s haircut today. I was listening to jazz music earlier with some very sumptuous upright bass solos.  So tasty, they went very well with my extra crispy bacon and undercooked eggs.  Oh yes, that plaid shirt and hat, and everything grey underneath.  Maternal, yes?  It’s all ready, catch!  Insertion right there in the lumbar spine.  Liquid ecstasy, gives up, feels too good.  Everything is a field of black daisys now.  

And it was at that very  moment we hit the precise 444.  Holy sow, I still need to order those Kraftwerk albums.  Jeez, am I really that stupid?  Enough of your modern shit already! Purty please with sugar on top.  It’s a very violent mix, the proof is in the pudding, am I right?  I got so used to the blaring, I now cannot handle the original way.  What a fool I am.  Do I deserve anything good at all?  I still need to get Bone Coda.  Don’t make me forget, eh?  

I guess I’m just sitting around on my bourgeois sofa waiting to find out what Tiffany will say.  So many avenues open to her thoughts and yet I currently have no way of truly knowing.  The pinwheel.  Is that what I should call it?  it doesn’t seem entirely right though I suppose it’s as good a placeholder as any.  I can’t recall how old he was when he first witnessed that great feat.  Was there something magenta involved?  But the impression it left would last a thousand lifetimes.  So showy.  Perfect me thinks.  The style if fantastic now but if only it could be a bit more like before.  Just a bit.  But her say is driving his curiosity right now.  After that chain was being so uncooperative…she going the extra mile afterward…was it all worth it?  But that pin though, that pin is everything.  

That glitter.  Yes, it took back that great blissful summer so many years ago where discovery was at hand and flesh was pressed so tightly against the precipice.  That was a summer of wonder, hushed mythology and swamp rock.  And this most recent and seam laden vampire’s coffin took me right back to that starry eyed time where everything seemed possible and perhaps I really could just wash ashore on a paradisiacal island.  

I always think the song Lovely Rita is on Revolver when it’s so obviously on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band but that’s because I’m a total idiot.  The White Album is probably still my fave though but that’s because I’m a pretentious gasbag (it is a great album though, full of vibrant and penetrating art!).  don't forget to order that Greek artist!  Need more!  

I need to fix me up a big ol’ frosty glass of rich chocolate Ovaltine right now and then I’m going to sweat and grind with a big group of monkeys who are totally bananas.  Afterward I’ll probably slip on a neon pink thong and have some fun roller skating downtown while reading the latest census report(s) regarding the upcoming election.  Then I will postulate on the highly illusory fabric that makes up this fragile world while sucking on greasy coins and planning my lunches for the rest of the week.  Afterward, I will likely play pocket billiards for a good long while and then chew 17 sticks of stale bubble gum that I will procure from various packs of Topps baseball cards.  Don’t even try to pretend that you were not the one who stole the coconuts from that tree.  Just admit what you did and we can go grab a burger and soda at Hooters and quiver with delight at all the hosiery.  

I really like the album Us by Peter Gabriel.  It is incredibly lush and I think I will purchase the remaster very soon!  Though if anything needs remastering it’s those old Talking Heads albums!  Such great music but so poorly showcased!  That and Sign O’ the Times!!!  Please!!!  But yeah, lush Us may but I think Kate Bush’s albums from Hounds of Love to Aerial still wear the crown for sheer beautiful lushness.   The Sensual World, The Red Shoes!  Too perfect, too beautiful.  Worlds unto themselves that are slowly but surely working their way up the echelons to be definitive soundtracks to my miserable useless existence!  

Lights Out was real good.  I enjoyed it.