He's so swishy (I don't have that level of potential because I have no potential!)

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?!