It may be a controversial opinion amongst funnybook fans but
I am not a fan of the Black Freighter stuff in Watchmen. It’s a
superlative work for sure, one of the all time greats. I get what the
pirate shit is going for, okay! It just wasn’t my cup of liquid shit the
first time around. Or the next dozen or so times I read it! Maybe
one day it’ll click for me! I could never get into Led Zeppelin; long
plodding dull shit with annoying singing! So says I!
I am following The Most Violent. I plead for more videos. I also need to buy superglue. And yellow. I’m going through a yellow phase. I’m unloading. I really liked that book Duma Key. I’d throw it a hearty recommend! I’m waiting on a delivery today. Maybe several. There is a triangle on my desk. I need to grab again and fight myself.
I have been digitally recolored. I like the band Baroness. I need dive deeper into The Flaming Lips. I was watching some vore videos the other day. Tingly. Maybe I should adopt objectivism. I need to go deeper into Swans as well. Don’t crowd me.
I glued coins to it. I want it to weight a lot. I want to feel heaviness. I need buttons. String. Pieces of whatever. I want to scrape it off with a knife and see layers of color. Then I want to feel them. I need to get an imaginer. A cat can be dead or alive in a box until you open it. I’m going to read now.
Yeah, it’s quite good. Needs a good sound system to be appreciated. Ham dreams. He wishes his eyes were sunken in. his face is a boar. His face is a bore.
My Fugazi documentary Instrumental arrived in the mail yesterday. I love forward to watching it. I look forward to drinking until I pass out again. Alesis. And PD150. I haven’t forgotten. I’m splitting my attention here but I think I can balance all of these things. Or can I? Only time will tell. Time. Patience. The right berries. And Brazilian BBW’s! Can’t forget them! Hours of amusement! Tons of fun. Assassin.
I’ve been listening to Jerry Cantrell’s Degradation Trip Volumes 1 & 2 a good great deal recently. What an album! Pig Charmer is my jam for the ages. And Bobby Trujillo’s bass playing throughout is gorgeous spectacularness! Totally beats the blah crap he does with Metallica (I don’t blame him for that). Sounds like lush 5 string Warwick work. Regardless, I love how many solo passages he gets on that album. Great supportive work throughout and Cantrell’s vocals and melodies are on point!
A new Carano movie means that for the briefest of times my life will have some loose semblance of meaning again.
I always keep the soft machine nearby. Vital.
Necessary.
I took Magnolia Cruise’s advice and set goals. I love failing to achieve my goals. BUT! I think I can make this a four quadrant goal. That doesn’t even make any clucking sense though. More like a four quarter goal. One small incremental achievement every 3 months leading to the big meat stuffed enchilada! Within these first three months can I possibly acquire the machine? THE MACHINE! Yeah, you know what I am talking about. Do I have the guts? Do I have the BALLS?! The cojones!? I doubt it. I don’t have the chops. I can’t cut the mustard! Alesis. That’s what I mean. Only time will tell. Time, patience, the right berries. That’s all it ever comes down to. We shall see. This tea makes my tummy hurt.
As the years pass I love The Dark Knight Strikes Again more and more and find it to be the most satisfying . the garishness! The overreach! Those gorgeous colors! The utterly bizarre narrative! I adore this work!!! I want to breathe it! Maybe I’ll burn it, turn it to ashes and snort it!!!
I must go hide in a swamp until I am dead! Or must I? The more I learn the less I want to know! Assassin! How charming, how richly appropriate. Maybe Frank didn’t like Al. I guess I never thought about it. I always loved his denouement. How utterly proper.
All my chutes and ladders!
That’s not right. Yet its more
right than ever!
Imaginer. Soon I think. I just to move some money around. Much of my funds are tied up in foreign investments. Could take years to clear up. good thing my swatch runs on Greenwich mean time. Very mean. Was that human flesh in the trunk?! 303 is a good number. 808 as well. I just don’t have the coin right now. The bank. The cabbage. The cheddar. Time to start hooking again?! I have such a strong desire to push buttons and twist knobs!
Kanye West has some great albums. Am I speaking with Phillip Jeffries? New match intriguing. Purple justice. This day’s work’s never done! Please let me casually walk through a hallway with red curtains over and over again. Is that too much to ask! I love paying bills! Few things offer me as much pleasure in life!
I want to confine myself to one room and just devolve! The Ataxia album is right there on the table, inspiring me just by its very cardboard presence. I have another en route from the great Japan, the motherland. II. Squarepusher’s disc is there as well. 6 strings, eh. Interesting. Solo. Electric. I’m an average banker. Lot of piss filled bottles.
He just consumed a large piece of meat. I washed it down a tall glass of farm fresh water. I’ll likely be listening to Public Image Ltd. later on. Maybe I’ll put a PiL sticker on my electric bass guitar. Maybe I’ll put a Bugs Bunny sticker on it. I was going to say or write or think about something else but I forgot what it was. I need to listen to Neu! and Aphex Twin again. I can’t remember which of John’s albums was inspired in part by PiL but it shouldn’t take to figure it out again. only morons don’t look deep into things. I’m going to need a stiff drink soon. Several.
In the end it’s always human fallibility that’ll get you.
I love pig lyricism and imagery. Need to reread that Barker story. And mayhaps turn it into something more tactile. Layers upon layers. Flesh on flesh. Acorns and troughs. Turns out I’m a big pussy.
Quick neighbor! Be a good neighbor and let me use your scanner! Post waste!!!
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