confession over overcooked pasta (why wait so long?)

So I watched the new Justice League trailer earlier today and then, apropos of nothing, I proceeded to eat big ol’ ball of yarn.  People have been literally dying to know what I think of the new footage.  I love love love the song Katrina’s Paper Dolls from the Purple Rain deluxe release.  It is so frothy and summery and lovely.  It is slight, but blissfully slight.  It’s like eating ice cream in the park with your one true love (but only in your head because nothing truly works out).  I need him for the melodies.  And of course the extended version of Computer Blue is an unstoppable funk monster. 

I failed again, to the letter.  It was difficult to sleep last night.  Actually, that’s not true at all.  That being said, I was definitely full of self-loathing though this is certainly nothing new.  The Thin Red Line was on in the background at some point today.  It is still my favorite war movie.  I’m not really a fan of war movies.  Someone or maybe a group of people were talking about the conflict between love and sex.  For a moment, they forgot about God.  I’m sorry. I must have said this one thousand times last night.  We are all wonderful and unique snowflakes and we all deserve to have our voices heard.  Chortle.  Live baby live!  I never got the chance to welcome her to the country.  I only offered advice.  Am I something awful whispering into someone else’s ear while it all goes down the drain?  I messed it all up.  I am a betrayer.  I am a despicable and disgusting human being.  I wish I could wipe everyone’s memory of my existence. 

I like the look of some things.  Me still eager to hear Elfman’s score.  There’s a part that reminds me of something but I don’t know what.  What a throwaway paragraph.  I love the Kirby stuff so I was excited to see Steppenwolf and the red Apokolipsian skies and the Parademons despite by better judgment.  And hell, Affleck’s Batman costume still continues to look cool as hell!  Not sure if this will be his last outing as the caped crusader but if so it was certainly an interesting (if brief) ride. But then…I don’t know.  Whatevs.  

We’re all two of more people and all of them are terrible.  I really like the song Zoo Station.  I bought Tyler the Creator’s new album, haven’t had a chance to listen yet.  But soon I will.  

Meaningless and lifeless spurt.  Oh we are all so very awful.  I am no exception.  I have never been exceptional.  I devoured lamb with a smile on my face.  I desperately needed something before, during and after to make me numb.  I think last time I said it but it’s true again.  Wait, what am I talking about?  The green wheels again.  I always tell myself the same thing and always while cowering in a corner.  I’ve never done good things.  Is this all there is?  How can anyone be happy?  We are all fooling ourselves.  This time in play is also side A of the one with the black and white ship.  What will I be believing and who will connect me with love?  I am a selfish and disgusting thing and there must be many who would prefer to see my face with a giant smoking hole in it.  I forgot those lessons she taught me.  Where were we?  The room was dark.  I forgot that sweet name despite the rebirth.  

In all my gushing about Haim’s new album I forgot to mention I recently acquired (rather late in the game) Megadeth’s most recent album Dystopia.  I like.  I must see Dunkirk again.  I likely will either this week or the following.  I will need at least a year before determining where it ranks overall in the man’s filmography.  The Addiction is one of my favorite movies of all time.  

I was watching You Only Live Twice again recently (twice in twice days) when I connected the dots between the classic Bond films – Connery and Lazenby and Moore – and the original 1978 Superman movie directed by Richard Donner (Dick to his friends just as I can be A dick to my friends).  Gene Hackman’s portrayal Lex Luthor is very much a Bond villain right down to his awesome liar.  And I mean that in a highly complimenty way as Bond villains are grand.  Particularly Blofeld from the movie I mentioned in the first sentence of this paragraph!  He is very pleasant!  My fave Blofeld.  One day he would hunt The Shape.  Goldfinger is great.  I’m not sure which I prefer between Goldfinger and You Only Live twice.  I don’t know anything (why do we have to live in so much pain?).  

As the gates of Heaven open up I wonder if the music playing is in B-major?  I think I first heard this during a time of appreciable hunger.  None of us can help but suck a little blood.  How fitting that he was also there, always so present.  There is jasmine and I am beneath the covers and wondering who was the most of anyone.  And I think I know.  There was time for tea and slowly we glided floating with the tide while he longed to hear you whisper his name.  Please call us together while we join their meeting.  There are flowers expressing their praises in the same moment and this is what it was made for.  An unexpected embrace and later on there was time to cry and hope and there was always the glorious omnipresent desire to die.  

He desires to lay in sweetest sin and read from the lotus Bible.  We just misheard one another is the problem.  No, I was the only one who misheard.  Your voice was very clear.  He saw her for the first time on a summer evening; the sun was almost gone.  He begs for only a couple words.  Those words are the cruelest thing of all and he prays for them to appear and prays for them to be gone.  Those snow-winged swans harmonizing.  Someone sings something else that sounds like we’re going to die tonight and it is so very comforting.  Anna’s recording sounds lovely.  You are still lovely. 

Happy birthday to George Clinton who’s given us some of the very best and funkiest music ever.  Still one of the best concerts I’ve ever attended.