I’m still ruminating over my magical thoughts from yesterday. I guess there is ultimately no winning here with yours falsely. Because though I whine ceaselessly over the convenience of magic’s strength as the plot necessitates it, I certainly do not want a long, drawn out explanation for exactly how it works and when it is most effective. That goes for any kind of power set, magic or not! So I guess I’m at a total loss here! I’m the one with the problem, not you. You’re not the fraud, I’m the fraud, so don’t worry about it. If we were sitting down to a lavish Thanksgiving dinner right now I would get drunk and then flip the table over in a rage and you would think me as a perfect ass.
I watched In the Mouth of Madness last night. I believe it was the first time I’d ever watched it on blu ray disc but likely not the last. I view it as John Carpenter’s last great flick and likely the purest representation of Lovecraft’s writing ever committed to celluloid (despite the fact that it is not actually based on anything Lovecraft wrote). Three word sentence. I’m coming up a bit short today but that should come as little to no surprise. Becky G is the Yellow Ranger?! That’s unexpected but not unpleasant. She did a great job in that Thalia song Como Tu No Hay Dos! What a great fucking song! Love that album.
Whatever happened to that great era of high-cut neon? And one. one is so much better than two. Two bears in one den. That’s as good an explanation as any. But do not try to equate yourself one iota with this gentleman. There is no resemblance whatsoever. Do the dead interest themselves in the affairs of the living?” that is an interesting question. Though it is hard to imagine why. We are such dreadfully boring and disgusting things. Desire is so repulsive. It may finally be time for me to read Psychic Self-Defense: The Classic Instruction Manual for Protecting Yourself Against Paranormal Attack by Dion Fortune. But should I also read Morning of the Magicians or would that simply be too risky. On the surface it would seem the themes from yesterday’s post are still continuing to this humble day but the reality could not be further from the truth. And what about Communion? I’m on my hands and knees, looking straight ahead, I don’t understand anything going on around me but I feel very afraid. I wasn’t talking about a female search for love, just to be clear. What would be the diameter of such a craft? I was alluding to a true story. Aren’t they all?
Everyone is going to disappoint you in the end. So now that you know, nothing should come as a surprise. Satellite Kid, you have provided access to all the secret documents and all the most important I ever could have dreamed of.
The unconscious intelligence. That is a very interesting concept. Ripping things out of books, inserting whatever diseased thoughts come to mind. Yielding reams of information, verbatim fascinations and triggers of rich verbal mountains tops. Cutups are probably far more valuable than I’ve ever imagined. Certainly I’m just an ugly nobody so my ignorance should come as little surprise.
Outside and earthling are something like brothers, right? Or lovers. Or maybe it’s a parasitic relationship (though that could also be classified as lovers, yes?) yes, they are somehow part of one another. And that last great neoclassicist trilogy; it was ours as the precious hours passed by and we all had to confront our heathen ways in this horrible botched reality we created. These days are certainly the strangest of all. And what came afterward. It certainly cannot be described as a coda anymore. It was some type of summation. But what was the intent? This is the truly haunting question. Because you did not know at that time, did you? So was it the start of something? All the eras were hit. And then the end. Transcend ending . yes, everything at the same time. stuttering and shimmering. That final spell was not related to anyone, was it? And now grey eyes stare at me every night, inspiring and terrifying. What do you stand for?
Boy did I really fuck up by not ordering I Dream of Wires a lot sooner. I will likely regret that mistake for the rest of my miserable and already regret filled lie. How could I possibly bend my elbow with that massive sword coming out of my arm?! I know what your saying: But Ricardo, TV station helicopters don’t have pontoons. Haha, how right you are child. Oh, those wily Russian astronomers and their secrets. The system 164695, I should have known hahaha. Oh, those crazy little signals, who on earth knows what they could be? My copy of New Jack City just arrived. Poor Snipes. I am going to make a very cholesterol laden dinner here in a few hours.
Yes, please be very careful about how many of those you wrap around your face. I know it feels beautiful but you have to be careful! Years ago I read a stupid amount of Green Lantern comics books and loved every second of it! I think I’ll buy the trade paperbacks of those comics – almost all written by the great Geoff Johns who did just as stellar work on The Flash – and then boldly re-read them! My mission to see every Rothko in the world before I shove off this mortal coil is off to a very slow start but my determination remains strong as ever.
It’s still difficult to parse out. Nothing is meant to last forever. Contempt was bred. If Tom Waits ever commits to another tour I will do whatever it takes to be at one of those shows. The same goes for Kate Bush. Which Waits album is my favorite? It’s honestly impossible to choose but right at this miserable moment I would say Blood Money. I loved when that recent X-Files miniseries incorporated one of those songs! I loved that recent X-Files miniseries. I hope there be more! The red shoes though…wow….
She wants to be the glowing moon in all our nights. That’s a cute little sentiment.
I watched In the Mouth of Madness last night. I believe it was the first time I’d ever watched it on blu ray disc but likely not the last. I view it as John Carpenter’s last great flick and likely the purest representation of Lovecraft’s writing ever committed to celluloid (despite the fact that it is not actually based on anything Lovecraft wrote). Three word sentence. I’m coming up a bit short today but that should come as little to no surprise. Becky G is the Yellow Ranger?! That’s unexpected but not unpleasant. She did a great job in that Thalia song Como Tu No Hay Dos! What a great fucking song! Love that album.
Whatever happened to that great era of high-cut neon? And one. one is so much better than two. Two bears in one den. That’s as good an explanation as any. But do not try to equate yourself one iota with this gentleman. There is no resemblance whatsoever. Do the dead interest themselves in the affairs of the living?” that is an interesting question. Though it is hard to imagine why. We are such dreadfully boring and disgusting things. Desire is so repulsive. It may finally be time for me to read Psychic Self-Defense: The Classic Instruction Manual for Protecting Yourself Against Paranormal Attack by Dion Fortune. But should I also read Morning of the Magicians or would that simply be too risky. On the surface it would seem the themes from yesterday’s post are still continuing to this humble day but the reality could not be further from the truth. And what about Communion? I’m on my hands and knees, looking straight ahead, I don’t understand anything going on around me but I feel very afraid. I wasn’t talking about a female search for love, just to be clear. What would be the diameter of such a craft? I was alluding to a true story. Aren’t they all?
Everyone is going to disappoint you in the end. So now that you know, nothing should come as a surprise. Satellite Kid, you have provided access to all the secret documents and all the most important I ever could have dreamed of.
The unconscious intelligence. That is a very interesting concept. Ripping things out of books, inserting whatever diseased thoughts come to mind. Yielding reams of information, verbatim fascinations and triggers of rich verbal mountains tops. Cutups are probably far more valuable than I’ve ever imagined. Certainly I’m just an ugly nobody so my ignorance should come as little surprise.
Outside and earthling are something like brothers, right? Or lovers. Or maybe it’s a parasitic relationship (though that could also be classified as lovers, yes?) yes, they are somehow part of one another. And that last great neoclassicist trilogy; it was ours as the precious hours passed by and we all had to confront our heathen ways in this horrible botched reality we created. These days are certainly the strangest of all. And what came afterward. It certainly cannot be described as a coda anymore. It was some type of summation. But what was the intent? This is the truly haunting question. Because you did not know at that time, did you? So was it the start of something? All the eras were hit. And then the end. Transcend ending . yes, everything at the same time. stuttering and shimmering. That final spell was not related to anyone, was it? And now grey eyes stare at me every night, inspiring and terrifying. What do you stand for?
Boy did I really fuck up by not ordering I Dream of Wires a lot sooner. I will likely regret that mistake for the rest of my miserable and already regret filled lie. How could I possibly bend my elbow with that massive sword coming out of my arm?! I know what your saying: But Ricardo, TV station helicopters don’t have pontoons. Haha, how right you are child. Oh, those wily Russian astronomers and their secrets. The system 164695, I should have known hahaha. Oh, those crazy little signals, who on earth knows what they could be? My copy of New Jack City just arrived. Poor Snipes. I am going to make a very cholesterol laden dinner here in a few hours.
Yes, please be very careful about how many of those you wrap around your face. I know it feels beautiful but you have to be careful! Years ago I read a stupid amount of Green Lantern comics books and loved every second of it! I think I’ll buy the trade paperbacks of those comics – almost all written by the great Geoff Johns who did just as stellar work on The Flash – and then boldly re-read them! My mission to see every Rothko in the world before I shove off this mortal coil is off to a very slow start but my determination remains strong as ever.
It’s still difficult to parse out. Nothing is meant to last forever. Contempt was bred. If Tom Waits ever commits to another tour I will do whatever it takes to be at one of those shows. The same goes for Kate Bush. Which Waits album is my favorite? It’s honestly impossible to choose but right at this miserable moment I would say Blood Money. I loved when that recent X-Files miniseries incorporated one of those songs! I loved that recent X-Files miniseries. I hope there be more! The red shoes though…wow….
She wants to be the glowing moon in all our nights. That’s a cute little sentiment.
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