Still waiting on an HD release of Dangerous Minds. I
adore that film. I watched a Godard movie last night. I adore
Godard.
I keep wondering what’s going to happen if I reach the end of my life and realize it was all a dream.
Why disembowel him, he wondered? Don’t forget about the fish and eggs. It’s good to eat healthy. I exchanged one form of grunginess for the other. Superunknown is a difficult album but a formative one for me. A touch of black would be nice, eh? Weekend was very daring.
There was no sound as the bones broke. This was a most startling enterprise (no allusions here). He considered how all the fantasies predated this twisting, this language of terror and tears and awful distortions of the flesh and bone. Is the end of her era? Like climbing up to the top of the Empire State Building. Beauty. But not yet dead.
Will the ancient ocean be my brother? When I wake up in the morning it still looks like night. I love to kiss midnight. There is an ancient prince waiting somewhere. That lake was covered in ice. The skies are eternally grey and I would not wish for anything else. I think a drum roll may signal the end of things yet I do not feel a bit uneasy. I could only sigh in the end at the rampant excuses. What sad creatures we all are.
The only way to overcome the horror of the bourgeois is with more horror. Brad Pitt’s performance in 12 Monkeys is possibly the only performance of his I’ve ever truly liked. I’m reading a short book right now and I may read another short book when I finish this one or maybe I’ll read a long one. Why do things always end with a proverbial bloodbath? As far as elseworlds go I’ve always been of the one where he is a vampire. I knew a songwriter named Ben who tell them to string em up and grab the wire.
That gummy bear was utterly spent. I love to shove multiple gummy bears into my mouth. Multiple fierce explosions were provoked by The Jackal, The Most Violent and The Darkest. Corruption, seediness, sweat and so much denier. I should have taken up that career as a commercial fisherman. Flesh on flesh.
That reminds of the song And God Created Woman by Prince and featured on The Love Symbol album. That is one of my favorite albums of all time, containing such beauty and reach. Desert island disc. That song is smack dab in the middle of the ending quarter of perfection, beginning with a Biblical number and ending funky biographical date and more Biblical allusions. I did not have any cream in my coffee this morning.
Superunknown sounds great on vinyl. Get it in wax says I! I’m a waxman (and the clown). I just did a very poor job playing along on bass guitar with My Wave and Fell on Black Days and it felt great. Lovely tunes. Evocative as fuck!
Let’s Play Two! It’s time to renew my love of The Jam (as the great writer Ed would say).
It feels good this morning. The grey ambience really works. Time to paint? All these electronic mechanisms; the retracting arm is key. If only we could all just smoke and drink coffee and paint and read books and watch films and love everything. I don’t understand anything but I think that would be right! Or would it? The one with the rain and the turquoise car would be excellent right now.
Dreaming of You by Selena is another one of those utterly perfect pop love songs. It brings me to tears every time I hear it.
Oh boy, I’m about to watch Inland Empire again! I can’t be stopped. It can’t be stopped! The digital ugliness is so beautiful! It’s so harsh and gorgeous! I want to live inside the non-celluloid. That dogme one may be up next. Maybe that will give me more of my standard addiction! One can only hope! At least no hypnotizing phantoms are chasing me (yet!)! I wonder if I’m still able to order any of that signature coffee?! That would surely make the experience even more pleasurable! Pure pleasure! Original Doberman! Automatic writing, as the kids say! I always forget about Ataxia! That red lamp at the strip club was eerily familiar. All those one way straights and the giant milk jug really confuse my easily confused stupid ass self!
Who knows how it will be but I’ll be watching Black Lightning.
The ring fell on the ground.
Was this all a blip in her mind? Maybe I was nothing more than a blip in her mind. Trying to decide between a drink later on and no drink. Decisions decisions. I referred to him as the prince of puzzles but my proclamation fell on death ears. You called me the better friend and I was too polite to argue.
I would like both of them to be ready by Christmas but I’m not sure that it is possible. Still, I suspect at least can be completed and submitted by that time. I am leaving the band. It feels good. I am being drawn to something else. I am neither resisting nor indulging at this point. Did I get that right? I’m never sure. A habitual nothingness keeps invading. The bass is so much more improved on this pressing than to what I am accustomed. Is Shepherd underrated? Hard to say. He’s quite skilled though though often not given many favors in the mix. Is mud the design? Certainly more mud as opposed to the sludge of Chains. I love how long he waits to change his strings! I’m the same way though that has more to due with general laziness to say nothing of that fact that I don’t have a lick of natural talent on the instrument!
And the night before? Power in the number three being that it is a prime number. Technology prevented proper indulgent exploration. New face but not so new anymore. A lot of altitude to hold the taser nunchukus. This was the thought at the forefront of his miserable brain. That and the glorious black constriction. Very dark and lovely. and then the third for the surprise attack like a massive forklift arm. And afterward all around the pillar.
They’ll kill us both if you—!
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