Friday, December 29, 2017

Okay

I finally did what I’d been promising to do for years now and started listening to Ataxia again.  I can’t believe I’ve literally and figuratively sat on this album for so long because it’s great!  Joe Lally contributes some supremely tasty bass playing to the project which inspired me to listen to Fugazi again!  I need to obtain some PiL albums.  Waiting Room has a great bass line.  I’ve been practicing it with Dunlop bass picks, one green and .88 mm and another more salmon colored and .58 mm.  the feel f P in my hands is all I need sometimes.  

I can’t forget about Love Streams.  I’ve also been catching up on Woody Allen pictures recently.  Manhattan was great.  That’s hardly a revelatory statement.  I’m such an idiot.  I missed some key theatrical releases.  What a moron I am.  

Does only digital exist?  For los angeles.  

El Corrido de la Barbie.  I thought i’d spend the rest of my miserable worthless life not knowing the answers and then there it was before, laido ut like fresh fish on a smelly dock!  A double!  A sister!  A twin!  Cheetah.  Grey.  Pink.  There was caffeine fueled obsession there for a moment but I think I’m okay now!  I forgot all about heart of glass.  How could I have spent so much of my miserable life ignoring Marilyn?  I will be asking that question ad naseum until I toss my frosted cookies.  

Turquoise was the order of the day.  Just the other day.  It was white just like you wanted.  I’m excited to listen to more Fugazi tday. I’m also excited to hear the new Trickfinger album.  I watched Amadeus in the middle of the night last night.  it is a near perfect film. 
 
His ejaculation was extremely propulsive.  The imagery didn’t much matter in the end.  In the end almost nothing matters.  

Rosalia sounds interesting. Good be good summer jams.  I ain’t jam on toast this morning (no I didn’t).  I’m having trouble with O.  I love the song WMA!! Love it!  tribal.  That breakdown gets me every damn time.  

I had to give Godard a break.

He realizes the obsession taking place.  All because of the seam.   Rosalia promising. 

I wish I could dance in the streets.  I wish I was a woman.  I don’t know.  maybe sometimes.  I love the sun through the screen, on glass. In streets I dance. 
 
There is roughly 5 hours of special features on the new Twin Peaks box set and they are fascinating.  I love seeing Lynch behind the scenes and giving direction.  He is such an inspiration.  (singing in melody now): you’re the inspiration.  Lynch, what I would do without you?  

The seam down the middle was so glorious. 

I watched Ms. 45 the other day.  When it was finished I had desires to watch it again.  I watched a movie called The Past the other day most inspiring.  I don’t think I truly understand Godard.  But I keep coming back to him.  There’s something there.  some thing.  

Regina was electrocuting him again.  he landed on a conveyor belt.  

Finally there was some relief.  He couldn’t remember the name.  it will go down though.  Put it on the list.  Tan.  That’s not quite the right word.  One.  Peace.  Line down the middle.  Canary.  Not quite.  But could be.  Hair up.  I got really full.  Double or triple stamps.  What’s the occasion.  Chagoya.  Debt of gratitude.  Head clear need drink. 

I was listening to the last Dead Weather record not long ago.  There’s some great bass playing there.  I rather like the playing on Three Dollar Hat.  Reminds me a bit of Timmy C’s playing or maybe Eric A.  I immediately tried to—

Implied question, you’re brilliant!

I  put on Superman The Movie last night while I fell asleep on my bourgeois sofa. Love that movie.  True classic.  Went a bit overboard last night.  or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  There were many helpers before Chagoya.  Including a magenta sight.  Hair wet.  Down.  Up.  child screaming but did not prohibit.  

There is loose change on the table before me.  I strongly relate to Salieri.  

I haven’t listened to em in ages but I reckon there are at least a couple pretty darn good Goo Goo Dolls albums out there.  The chimney is leaking.  That’s just how it goes sometimes.  

That corrido is on again.  the pink with the grey cheetah goes supremely well.  And black on top.  

There were rivers of seminal fluid.  

Hands numb again.  

Water is hotter than steam.  Truer words were never spoken.  Time for me to eat excrement stew.  

Hosiery clouds my judgment on a daily basis.  It is everything.  

As David said – “Research has pierced all extremes of my sex.  Call it a day. Call it a day.”  Personal fave.  

I think the untamed goes very well with we are the flesh.  Both bold and great.  I think I prefer the latter ultimately.  I want to paint today. Lots of pink.  I need glue.  I need beefheart.  


I need to go to the craft store.   I need a very specific type of glue.  Then I need to go to the bookstore.  I need a very specific book if I want to be part of that book club.  Tentacles have you.  and vore as well.  How he longs to be crushed between her pearly white chompers!  Fetishes have you.  

Oh yes, my fugazi phase is in full swing.  I listened to Long Division 17 times in a row and loved it dearly each time.  Thank you God for this music.  

He fantasizes often about headscissors.  Few things are as great as that.  Headscissors KO!  He can always manage with that.  in the afternoon a new obsession took place.  Gym wear.  Love what you’ve done with your hair.  

We’re all too busy lying to ourselves but that’s okay.  I am no different.  I am the very worst of all.  hahaha, I am laughing while they push my chair down the loony bin hallway.  I am pure nothing.  I need to figure out which drum machine to buy.  I don’t know which me I hate more.  I remember photograph with a white shirt.  He loved your hairstyle.  Can I ask you a question?  I don’t think you should drive home.  I wrote a lot of water.  The words were almost enough.  Not in but out.  Never saw in high.  But imagined oh so much.  sorry the bottle tipped over.  He tried to read that back.  It was the only way to know her mind.  2 poems dropped into the submission box.  Cinema fan.  Artist.  I miss you dreadfully.  

It was a delightful little affectation.  We all have to start somewhere.  Only on Saturday nights.  It sometimes gives me comfort to think about killing myself.  


The twist with the dog was ingenious.  It made everything sweet perfection.  

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