he was wrong per the story, best interest at heart, met later but not there earlier (apologies after hours)

I love that song After Dark from the From Dusk Till Dawn soundtrack.  I love that movie From Dusk Till Dawn.  Big Rodriguez fan is I.  discreet music is the key.  No swollen appendices here unfortunately but mayhaps if the money’s green enough this will change.  He can picture her right now.  A serpent goddess.  Or Serpent Goddess.  Once early on and then again in the evening.  Another temptress leading the way.  Hand on shoulder and then hand on knee.  I’m going to have to subvert my principles a bit. 

I don’t think they took me seriously.  Why would they?  I’m listening to Peter Murphy’s 1995 Cascade while I write various things.  I think the third song.  It’s not my favorite song on the album though.  Or is it?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  She didn’t think it sounded like him though when I asked.  Do you remember that?  Do you remember when I asked?  Vortex’s have you.  There is no instant replay in professional wrestling. 

I promptly agreed with George: the last 3 songs on The Will to Death to make a perfect end. 

Do you have evil machine?  I want to own my own business!  Re by Café Tacuba really is a legendary album. 

There’s so much minor out there.  I am so very minor.  Shockingly minor really.  Is it really a small world?  I haven’t had much theatre experience.  Good ol’ divas by jimenez.  You gotta love em!  More martial arts flicks.  More doing, less painting.  Ethereal.  Spa was such an ugly term for it.  But maybe, lava bubble.  I can relate to not liking shit and not going outside.  Cantrell and latter day Alice.  Great.  Gabriel again soon too.  Numbers have me.  that half of the clock always frightens.  Shows on UFO’s and alien abductions the other day.  Too scared to watch so I ate a can of beans instead.  Then I crawled around on the floor and pretended I was a pig. 

Praying for the flood is such a lovely notion.  I can’t get sentimental now though.  Maybe soon enough.  It’s just a day in the life of a humble block of cheese.  I need to sell sell sell.  I’m going all my money into Xerox.  That’s a billion dollar company only on the rise.  All these try on hauls have me.  my favorite color is still clear.  My middle name is Earl (cute dog).  Garbage cube doesn’t want to go outside because plants are making the world a better place.  Finally the revisions can begin.  It’s okay, that rope will always be there waiting for you.  Silt.    

I would like to go bathe in turquoise now.  I would like to dress in bread. 

Have you thought about what you’re doing?!  This will be the end of the world!  Quick!  The window!  The window! 

The classic Motorik beat.  I need to acquire more of the classic Motorik beat.  Then I need to give it back to them.  Neu! has been on regular rotation lately.  Or has it?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  I read yesterday and it felt good.  I also watched Amadeus again.  Perfect film.  And Lord of Illusions.  I love that one!  And I practiced the classic Motorik beat.  I have a team in mind.  Trusted co-conspirators in this grand game against the gods.  I just need a little extra scratch (not Nicolas Scratch mind  you, one of the most responsible for turning this situation into a no man’s land).  And then little by little it will all come together.  Two plans are forming while I play shadow puppets.  Numbers all over the place (evil everywhere).  Alesis.  PD150 again.  Today how richly appropriate to think of this on a celebratory day of birth.  Those are not all the projects.  The other day was a breakthrough.  It should all start at that restaurant.  Condense my friend.  Lift and separate.  I’m in love with Zatanna.  We’re going to raise the money and then go to various folks with a plan.  I need to start a fanzine.  Pig blood blues.  I’ve got the honky tonk blues. 

I need to read Ellis’s comparison between the two.  Overall, I don’t know.  Yes, I do but I’m not quite sure.  Time to toss some paprika over my shoulder for safe keeping. 

She must be searching for a new muse.  Rejuvenation is a necessary periodic element.  What will happen to that number cruncher, that master of so many languages?  And the ancient texts, strange writings.  And The Rhapsody in Blue has already gone away.  We’re all already dead.  Searching won’t be too necessary in the end.  She will find her.  That’s the way it always works.    

We’re just dry humping the air these days when we’re not too busy eating pastrami on rye sandwiches.  I hope that commercial flub wasn’t down to my always tempestuous and tenuous relationship with documents.  The blackness has yet to sink in yet.  Liquidity.  A doff of the hat to you sir, always a constant renewable energy source of inspiration.  Berlin.  Much much more than that.  Outside is everything. 

I have such a strong desire to consume large quantities of Cap’n Crunch cereal (with soy milk cause cows are for calves).  I also need to listen to disc 2 of Emancipation again.  And then discs 1 and 3.  I need to come out of retirement for a retirement match.  Was Montreal a work?  I don’t think I’ll ever have the answer I truly seek . Candice looked great there at the end.  Never better in my utterly worthless opinion.  I need to get my grubby hands on that documentary on the sheik!  I love shoot interviews.  The constant dog owner began life as a hog owner.  Infancies abound.  That song plays in my head whenever think of her.  After dark.  Lots of names.  Tall. 

I need to go spend about 47 million dollars on a cheeseburger right now. It makes much more sense to spend the majority of your time on things you don’t really care about.  Eno is intriguing.  I need to wear maps.  The sides are white.  White as nothing.  They’re all going to laugh at me!  I need to embrace my curds.  Clusters and cans are going to receive renewed focus in the coming weeks.  Add a couple zeros to the check and who knows what they future may bring?  They altered me. 

I think tonight I want to keep listening to Peter Murphy and then watch Lord of Illusions.