The jackal with the shaved head, very enticing (and i also love funk music and...)

Lemon Crush, that was a very apt description from way way back in the day of the formative years of my listening self.  A very rich piece of chocolate.  Some way say absurdly rich and thick.  But I would say it is very tasty.  I am still unable to totally identify all the different elements that are taking place.  How strange that this element keep recurring in my largely miserable and entirely pointless existence.  I think I’m going to the cinema tonight where I will watch Hell or High Water; Texas noir as the kids like to say.  I need to purchase more feature films with Edwige Fenech.  I already have a few but I desperately need more.  I already picked them out on Amazon.  Soon…very soon.  Don’t Torture a Duckling, what a fucking masterpiece.  Edwige had nothing to do with that one but my love remains in tact.  How pure is the funk of  Bootsy Collins?  Very pure.  Shame on me that I do not have every last crumb. Still, what great memories from my college years.  The name is…and then a very particular brand of Mexican woman love and then so many different signs o’ the times we were/are living in.  I could never take the place of him. Every morning I make sure to drink a large mug of black coffee with a big ol’ plate of starfish.  Great breakfast.  It’s only been these recent days that I’m able to listen to you once more.  I missed it so much.  Allen Gant Sr, I owe you so much in life, more than I can ever express.  Please, if you are somehow able to read these words just know that you have my eternal gratitude.  I was having a psychic vision of a serial murder about to take while I was also drinking a glass of room temperature tap water.  The vision was strong and I spit up the water.  The red curtains were quite interesting.  I know I brought him up one of the last times but John Frusciante has an album called Curtains which is quite good.  I bought it at Best Buy many years ago and it still receives regular attention.  I often wish no one would talk to me.  George Clinton’s memoirs have been a fascinating and restorative read.  I will likely finish the book tomorrow.  Funk is wonderful.  Where would I be without that glorious music?  In unrelated news Magic Moon and Little Star were holding me hostage this morning, right at their at that shimmer ass-crack of dawn!  Please ignore that childish bit of profanity which is very much in direct opposition to the all encompassing ever captivating glories also mentioned in that very same sentence.  I am feeling as light now as I was then where it seemed there something of a boa constrictor wrappted tightly around my neck and all that shimmer moon dust was covering me and coursing through the wet, juicy inner corridors of my mind.  Hello spacegirl.  I too am goodbye to love in the same breathe.  I am controlled by perverse desires.  Aren’t we all?  This is an imaginary story. Aren’t they all?  I cannot stop thinking that when I looked directly into his eyes death was swimming throughout his entire body, making itself at home.  He knew very well but I was completely oblivious.  Again, these strange and sometimes terrifying symbols continue to pop up wherever I go.  He held his hands high as the Grim Reaper drew him close though.  Be careful about dropping antacids into heavy machinery because you never know when it might spark the birth of a possessed entity.  I want to warn everyone right now to be very careful of witchcraft.  I saw everything taking place through the red lights and heard the screams from down the hall but I was too scared to do anything and I just hid underneath my bed and covered my ears and cried.  That woman’s chest was ripped open and she was stabbed in the heart with a piece of broken glass and her body was hanged where everyone could see it.  if you start peeling back the paint or wallpaper in your home you might not like what you find underneath.  I ate a sandwich recently and though it satiated my hunger I did not find the taste to be particularly satisfying.  I’ve had worse I suppose (remember that time I dropped my hot dog at the petting zoo?).  I watched Braveheart last night after not having seen it in decades.  It made me wish I could see it on the big screen to fully appreciate the sprawl and splendor of director Mel Gibson’s vision.  It also reminded me how many directors and flicks since – from Ridley Scott’s Gladiator to Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies – have taken from it without being able to match it.  Still, I would still say Mel’s best film as a director is The Passion of the Christ.  That’s just my worthless opinion.  I’m not sure I want diamonds in my eyes.  we discussed allegations of physical and emotional abuse.  What is a telephone bill exactly?  I think I’m going to take my imaginary dog Rufus for a 4-mile walk and then eat a chicken Caesar salad (with a dollop of Ranch dressing). I love when people believe they are important.  I also love when people believe their opinions matter. I’m a sharp guy who can’t see the forest for the trees.  Haha, doom is written all over my ugly face, hahaha.  It is not difficult at all to figure out who and/or what is actually in control here.  I think I’ll listen to Zappa or Collins when I go driving around.  Then I’ll chop up some fish and eggs.  Then I’ll do a little light reading.  That was a fascinating little revelation about Wonder Woman the other day though fans have known that for years.  Sometimes I’ll videos of teary eyed folks describing alien abduction experiences but I’ll usually grow a little too scared and have to stop.  I picked up a memoir about alcoholism a while back and wonder if that is what I’ll read next or if I’ll go for another Steve King novel.  There’s some grimoires waiting right around the corner though.  I’ve lost it, that’s for damn sure.  But I think I am well into the process of recovery.  I may again know….  Doble Sentido.  Good grief.  Shiny to the end.  It would be so perfect after a show.  Please, I just want to be belittled.  He said GARF when the arrow went through his head; I always liked that.  i'm betting that Suspiria remake is going to be awful, just awful.  Anyone for tennis?!