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.