At the end times there will be a beautiful woman making guac
one moment and in the next she will be gone. The guac! In all the
cities! In all the cities! I drove around today and listened to the
song Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana, slowly realizing I don’t really much like
that song anymore but acknowledging it was applicable to The Guac Woman as we
will be forever in debt to her priceless advice. Are these the end
times?! Fascinating that there is the some 400 year break after the end
of the Old and the beginning of the New. And one ascended up in a wheel
of fire. Is The Guac Woman prophesizing to me? To all of us?!
Please help me?! I don’t know why I phrased that in the form of a
question. My ultimate hope is that she wears RHT pantyhose beneath her
work pants along with classic black high heel pumps and at the end of a long
hard, sweaty day of advice giving and guac making she kicks off her heels,
fills them with thick freshly made guac and then slowly sticks her aromatic
hosiery clad feet back inside her guacamole filled heels, making all manner of
delightful squishy sounds and causing the glorious green guac to drip down the
pumps and spill out onto the floor. Then she could use my face as her
footrest – occasionally verbally berating me by telling me how pathetic I am and
forcing me to eat the nylon-clad-feet-sweat-infused guac off her adorable toes
and lick it off her lovely arches – while also further prophesying and
proffering more priceless advice!
I recently finished The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer by Jennifer Lynch. It definitely stands on its own as a disturbing, haunting and heartbreaking piece of work. At the same time it also enriches the Twin Peaks mythology, particularly Fire Walk With Me (always my favorite piece of the Twin Peaks pie) and makes the ending of that particular work feel even more earned. Though who knows what the future and Showtime may bring?!
Ever since a couple days ago I’ve reacquainting myself with the Emancipation album, chiefly focusing on disc 1 (though disc 2 may be my favorite but I also love a lot of disc 3!). Somebody’s Somebody is such a great beautiful, lush song, great listening in the middle of a rainy night. I want to subliminally dedicate my listening of that song to a dear friend right now. You know who you are! Damn it, you know! Get your head out of the mud baby! That’s what Bono says on the title track of U2’s 1993 year album Zooropa! Love that song! Fucking love that album! Real underrated! Or is it?! A key release in their catalogue. I like that line because it’s a real polite way of saying pull your head out of your ass! That’s what I want to say to that dear friend to whom I dedicated Somebody’s Somebody! Pull your head out of your ass baby! I want to listen to Get Yo Groove On right now. I’ll listen to Emancipation (not sure which disc, maybe all of them tee hee!) and then I’ll listen to Zooropa! Then I won’t want to die as much as I do right now, especially if I start hitting the sauce! Tequila shots, boys! And whiskey on the rocks! Hey, that’s an AC DC song, from one of their lesser albums – 1995’s Ballbreaker. That one was produced by Rick Rubin! He produces everything! I like the first song on that album. Don’t remember too much else about it though I’d bet my miserable worthless life it sounds like every other AC DC album. But with Rick Rubinesque production! Rubinesque burlesque! And Courtin’ Time! Such a groovy, jaunty little thing! And the Delfonics cover! The Delfonics were heavily referenced in Jackie Brown, still my favorite Tarantino flick! Maybe I’ll read the book! Hell, maybe I won’t! The Hateful Eight was real good too! Whatever the fuck ever, huh?!
I had the classic Spike Lee joint Do the Right Thing on in the background while I wrote all this crap. I love Spike Lee joints. Actually, I just realized what a blatant lie that was. I had that joint on whilst I was reading. While I was writing this crap I actually had on Michael Haneke’s creepy French flick Cache. I love Cache. It has stayed with me in big ways since I watched it so many years ago, alone in my post flat and wishing for death (how little things have changed). It takes a big plot device from David Lynch’s Lost Highway (Haneke himself seems to acknowledge this given the name of one of the characters) though he does his own uniquely disturbing thing with that device before quickly veering off in a wildly different and rewarding direction. I like the cover too. All things became clear. I like Juliette Binoche quite a lot.
She was thinking of death as a companion she longed to meet. How lovely.
Kim Kardashian West seems like a very stupid person. I’m not sure how I feel about those who watch her show(s?). Great ass though! What can I say? Great ass! I guess that makes it all okay. Or does it? The more I discover the less I want to know. On an unrelated subject I love that movie I watched the other month. We Are the Flesh! It’s still rattling around inside my empty skull! We are the flesh. That is an affirmative statement.
Very recently the realization was too clear to deny. The source of my bitterness. No, that’s not quite right. That’s something separate. But no, I judged you, them, him and/or her, thinking you were all a fool for not being as bitter as I, for still clinging to hope and for feeble whatever significance you ascribed to things. Maybe I was the fool. Probably. Though I suppose it doesn’t matter as no one ever listens to me anyway. Happy Earth Day everyone! Don’t forget to earth it up! Eat lots of dirt and rubbish! That’s all we are anyway, just little pieces of dirt!
I need to do more research (maybe even legal research!) but there seems to be no Biblical support for the rapture (in the Left Behind sense). This seems to be something which came from a different source entirely and then through the years was somehow lumped into Protestant Christianity (maybe Catholicism too, I don’t know!)! I must dig deeper! If any of my readers believe in the rapture let me know in the comments below how ya’ll became so stupid!
I miss you terribly. Who am I even talking about anymore? Kind of hard to do these things now that VCR’s have gone the way of the great and noble dodo.
I recently finished The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer by Jennifer Lynch. It definitely stands on its own as a disturbing, haunting and heartbreaking piece of work. At the same time it also enriches the Twin Peaks mythology, particularly Fire Walk With Me (always my favorite piece of the Twin Peaks pie) and makes the ending of that particular work feel even more earned. Though who knows what the future and Showtime may bring?!
Ever since a couple days ago I’ve reacquainting myself with the Emancipation album, chiefly focusing on disc 1 (though disc 2 may be my favorite but I also love a lot of disc 3!). Somebody’s Somebody is such a great beautiful, lush song, great listening in the middle of a rainy night. I want to subliminally dedicate my listening of that song to a dear friend right now. You know who you are! Damn it, you know! Get your head out of the mud baby! That’s what Bono says on the title track of U2’s 1993 year album Zooropa! Love that song! Fucking love that album! Real underrated! Or is it?! A key release in their catalogue. I like that line because it’s a real polite way of saying pull your head out of your ass! That’s what I want to say to that dear friend to whom I dedicated Somebody’s Somebody! Pull your head out of your ass baby! I want to listen to Get Yo Groove On right now. I’ll listen to Emancipation (not sure which disc, maybe all of them tee hee!) and then I’ll listen to Zooropa! Then I won’t want to die as much as I do right now, especially if I start hitting the sauce! Tequila shots, boys! And whiskey on the rocks! Hey, that’s an AC DC song, from one of their lesser albums – 1995’s Ballbreaker. That one was produced by Rick Rubin! He produces everything! I like the first song on that album. Don’t remember too much else about it though I’d bet my miserable worthless life it sounds like every other AC DC album. But with Rick Rubinesque production! Rubinesque burlesque! And Courtin’ Time! Such a groovy, jaunty little thing! And the Delfonics cover! The Delfonics were heavily referenced in Jackie Brown, still my favorite Tarantino flick! Maybe I’ll read the book! Hell, maybe I won’t! The Hateful Eight was real good too! Whatever the fuck ever, huh?!
I had the classic Spike Lee joint Do the Right Thing on in the background while I wrote all this crap. I love Spike Lee joints. Actually, I just realized what a blatant lie that was. I had that joint on whilst I was reading. While I was writing this crap I actually had on Michael Haneke’s creepy French flick Cache. I love Cache. It has stayed with me in big ways since I watched it so many years ago, alone in my post flat and wishing for death (how little things have changed). It takes a big plot device from David Lynch’s Lost Highway (Haneke himself seems to acknowledge this given the name of one of the characters) though he does his own uniquely disturbing thing with that device before quickly veering off in a wildly different and rewarding direction. I like the cover too. All things became clear. I like Juliette Binoche quite a lot.
She was thinking of death as a companion she longed to meet. How lovely.
Kim Kardashian West seems like a very stupid person. I’m not sure how I feel about those who watch her show(s?). Great ass though! What can I say? Great ass! I guess that makes it all okay. Or does it? The more I discover the less I want to know. On an unrelated subject I love that movie I watched the other month. We Are the Flesh! It’s still rattling around inside my empty skull! We are the flesh. That is an affirmative statement.
Very recently the realization was too clear to deny. The source of my bitterness. No, that’s not quite right. That’s something separate. But no, I judged you, them, him and/or her, thinking you were all a fool for not being as bitter as I, for still clinging to hope and for feeble whatever significance you ascribed to things. Maybe I was the fool. Probably. Though I suppose it doesn’t matter as no one ever listens to me anyway. Happy Earth Day everyone! Don’t forget to earth it up! Eat lots of dirt and rubbish! That’s all we are anyway, just little pieces of dirt!
I need to do more research (maybe even legal research!) but there seems to be no Biblical support for the rapture (in the Left Behind sense). This seems to be something which came from a different source entirely and then through the years was somehow lumped into Protestant Christianity (maybe Catholicism too, I don’t know!)! I must dig deeper! If any of my readers believe in the rapture let me know in the comments below how ya’ll became so stupid!
I miss you terribly. Who am I even talking about anymore? Kind of hard to do these things now that VCR’s have gone the way of the great and noble dodo.
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