These
are all just fragments and meaningless, just like my utterly meaningless
life.
Hunky
Dory is 45 today! Oh how I love that
one. It is happening right now around
me, pure inspiration, art, beauty. Everything.
Windy
took control of everything recently.
Boy, did she ever take control.
Magicians and lovely clowns. What
have I done? And now the Magic Moon
again. I will never be in control. And I will never be free. That peach though. I did not take a bite out of the peach
today. That is the only victory to which
I can lay claim. No, I am totally wrong.
Because soon after I did take a bite of peach. And what came afterward was hollow and
lifeless. None of the preceding had
anything to do with being wild at heart though I understand if one were to make
that confused assumption. Why did you
have to make a fresh pot of coffee?!
I
liked and sometimes loved many (all) of the albums which came after but I feel
confident in saying that Prince’s 2001 album The Rainbow Children was his last
masterpiece. What an emotional
ride.
I recently finished The Flash season 2 and did
not find it as satisfying as season 1.
Specifically, the main villain’s motivation and history was beyond convoluted
and nonsensical which wouldn’t necessarily be so much of a problem if (sentence
unfinished). Still, I remain an avid fan
of the program and its delightful silver age slant and sensibilities. In my effort to continue catching up on all
the superhero TV shows I recently began Legends of Tomorrow and found the first
two episodes to be replete with good clean and colorfully bombastic
superheroics! Consider me a fan, dear
loyal readers! I also fell truly madly
deeply in love with CHAY-ARA. I need
her!
Yes,
everything hunky dory! I so need
it. Thank you again, thank always for
the rest of my miserable pathetic life.
Look at those cavemen go! I couldn’t
do it without you! None of it! Fuck!
I never
considered until now that the whore might be time itself, first flexing and
then punching. I suppose that was patrol
though. Still, that fits in a way I never
would or could have considered before due to my debilitating ignorance.
So
the new trailer for Spider Man Homecoming came out very recently. Michael
Keaton! Yes!!! Playing the Vulture! The man could not be more meta. Vulture is a man in a bird costume. Keaton played Batman (still the best one) in
89 and 92. Years later he starred in
Alejandro Inniratu’s Birdman, where he played an actor who previously played a
superhero in a bird costume. That movie
also made general jokes about the genre including chief stars like Robert
Downey Jr and of course it was impossible not to connect it with Keaton’s own
filmography. And now Keaton plays a
straight superhero villain who dresses in a bird costume in a movie co-starring
Robert Downey J.! Brilliant! He can’t get more meta! I love him!!!
And yes, he’s better than Bale, no fucking contest!
“Just
in case,” she said. and like that I melted
as though my body were made of soft calcium left out in the sun too long on the
last day of the hottest month in a classic leap year. Just in case. As in, just in case you didn’t
get the memo. As in, just in case I wasn’t
sexy enough for you already. As in, just
in case you wear too many pairs of shoes on the wrong day. I fantasized about being electrocuted and
then I laughed heartily when I turned the wrong way on a one way street. It was like having a heart attack on a one way
street (whatever the hell that means!)! A
Czech now controls my bank account. Art official age fucked up when it was in
my car. Why does my life have to be so
hard!? The thrashing of legs.
I started
reading Jack Ketchum’s book Ladies’ Night yesterday. It is slim book and I read about half of it
and should be able to finish it today. I’ve
wrote a fair amount about Ketchum recently after reading his first novel – Off Season
– and finding it to be a sweaty and grueling slab of hard horror that I absolutely
adored. And I am so far finding Ladies’
Night to be right on par for that course!
I’ve ordered a couple more of his books and hope to literally devour
them at some point in the future of my miserable life. What a writer! When it comes to Ketchum I gotta ketchum
all! I finished that book.
Lovesexy. That is everything. Anna Stesia.
Glam Slam. Title.
I don’t
really know him, never could, never will.
How utterly proper.
It
all comes back again. This is the third
time in as many times. This time the almighty
and awesome importance of white belts truly came into play. And the cancerous cuts were glory. Braided.
Coffee drinker, says not I, at all mad hours of the day. If only it were possible to segue. Rhinoceroses were charging through then and
replacing one, old hat now. And she
knows.
I should
have ordered the elephant man. What an idiot
I am. Idiot is my chief role in
life. We are long overdue for that
apocalypse so these prognostics please me to no end.
The
Annunciation. Gabriel appears at some
very critical times.
McAslin
was the last key player then. The one
who would set off the final explosion.
We’ve
arrived at the final station. I’m still
not quite sure who will connect me with love.
Finally,
Nine Inch Nails announced new music earlier today. Not a bad way to end a largely miserable
year.
I saw
Star Wars: Rogue One last night. On Monday
I went to see Nocturnal Animals. On
Tuesday I went to see Dr. Strange. I did
not like these movies evenly. Mads
Mikkelsen was in two of them.
9311. this is a reference in volving time
(the). But the key of course is something
hidden and as it relates to an unrelated text.
Would it be a sin? I suspect so.
I love
Soda Stereo. I need to learn some of
their basslines. Persiana
Americana. What a tune! It defines it all! The thing from earlier! Help me to stop! I paid them more to stop!
So
it appears doubling down on the muses is in order. Chuckles to himself, I think I would love to
come and die in sweetest sin. He was
thinking about smooching Hawkgirl while a Peter Gabriel song played but that
has nothing to do with this. I couldn’t
pick a favorite. Homo sapiens have
outgrown their use, so true. Don’t
believe in yourself. How could I possibly
single out only one? Is life on mars the
greatest thing ever? But this has
nothing to do with anything. I was
talking about him doubling down. Wonderful. Perfect.
Muses galore. Explosions at the
gates, whatever that means. And ever the
appropriately unsatisfying spurt. Please, can we meet just once at a costume
ball? If only he could have shared those
raspberry delights. White belts. Heaven help us all. Always thoughts of hosiery. Don’t go back. That coffee jacked me up. My friend said he saw it happen. He told me.
He made this other thing happen. Even
after I changed races and threw my ring into a river in Italy. Oh bella, bella, bella. Why? Fucking
why?!
