in a play the skin was removed (coffee and table soon) .

Oh damn!  Rumors of a new Scott Walker release this year caused me to unexpectedly and joyously have a release of my own as I explosively ejaculated into my rent trousers!  Just creamed my pants like crazy over here and I wouldn’t have it any other way!  Complete head encasement underneath everything!  That doesn’t make any sense but it’ll come into play later on. Like Columbus discovering America (or did he?!).  

Soft hammers were melting.  I think I’m going to listen to Peter Murphy soon.  Anything is possible if you follow your heart.  I was listening to the album Second Edition. by Public Image Ltd. and found it to be a most inspiring work.  So icy and angular.  Jah Wobble, what a bassist!  Wobble, Lally, Avery, Hook, Ament, Shepherd, and lots of other folks I can’t remember right now!  Great and deeply inspiring bass people!  Can’t forget the second halves of the first two albums of The Berlin Trilogy.  They are everything.  This tea still makes my tummy hurt.  

I need to watch The Road Warrior again!  Maybe 11 times in a row.  What a flick!  Though there is a part of me that prefers the dank dirtiness, the great griminess of the original Mad Max!  

I can’t believe I discovered something new I never thought of before.  It’s so obvious.  And with that little dessert treat!  Does he dare?!  Break out the plastic!  I’m still not convinced it’s not one massive, brilliant piece of performance art.  

I am disgruntled and positively chagrined that I cannot find an affordable paperback copy of Peter Ackroyd’s  Hawksmoor!  Please dear readers!  My diehard fans!  If anyone has a copy to bequeath or knows where (and when) an affordable copy can be purchased let me know!  I beg you!

It gets thrashed by people I dearly respect but I recall liking Diary of the Dead.  I haven’t seen it in decades though.  I need to rewatch it.  

I wait for you, Carano.  I will wait an eternity if that is what it takes.  I don’t like the way the cough syrupr dried.  Awful.  pick behind the syrup.  Still, there is always tomorrow. To mix.  I received Still in the mail so long ago.  Beautiful memory.  And very necessary at the time.  gotta continue on right now and take my red medicine.  It’s always so important for me to adhere to certain…I don’t know.  I know what I want to say, I just don’t really know how to say it.  probably cause I’m stupid.  Not to mention ugly.  I’m about to go the cinema.  I’m going to watch a movie about a movie.  Is the cinema where I am happiest?  

Samson, huh?  With Rutger and Zane on board I’ll be there waving a stick of wood.  I’m going to make an imperfect clone of myself and the two of us will fight crime as Monotone Man and Boredom Boy!  Ever been in an acting class?  Lot of miserable people.  I’m going to be forgotten very soon.  It’s time for me to sink back into the comfort of relative obscurity.  

Sundog.  I don’t even know.  I don’t know anything. Why do we have to live in so much pain?  Time to eat some potatoes.  Time to crawl around on my hands and knees and pretend to be a pig.  Something metallic with globes sticking out of me at this point.  You are my partner in crime.  We will make beautiful music together.  The most beautiful.  Listen to more Aphex.  Make a list of those inspirations.  No one is on the same wave length.  I am a villain.  There is no blood on my neck from success.  It’s nice to keep the A open.  There are a lot open space which create pleasure.  I need to throw up more on my friends.  Colors and things.  things need to be combined in an installation.  A bunch of squares hooked up together with an interactive component.  No, that’s not quite right.  I don’t know anything.  There is so much out there.  enjoy your safety.  I only had 2 drinks yesterday.  I’m using my edge.  I suppose it is a celebratory day.  Try not to feel so awful.  I don’t suppose I am able to make anyone smile anymore.  Constant interruptions in this feed.  I really the painting on the cover of Cascade.  It reminds me of Sandman stuff.  Or something.  Or ol’ Clive.  Or something.  Needles and pins.  No relation.  We’re all just pieces of water; this is the thought which keeps running through the inner corridors of my brain.  God, we all think we’re so smart.  Sickening.  

 I need to get into the club and start tearing it up!  humanity is such a sickening thing.  We’re awful.  awful.  I need to pin space.  I don’t understand what the numbers represent.  I don’t know which me that I love.  Is he all washed up now.  The releases are from years ago.  Cash deposits are the key.  I need to wash.  I did not know there was a Tricky collaboration.  

Debates show how ignorant we all are.  We are all buffoons.  It hurts to watch us.  It hurts to listen to myself.  I ate meat yesterday.  I am going to eat meat today.  Lean red meat.  We were meant to eat it.  What is the significance of the sundog?  These are my questions.  Need to look into that letter Thomas Jefferson wrote.  Good ol’ TJ.  I wouldn’t be anywhere without him.  I need him in my life.  I am such an admirer of his work but I do wonder where he will go when all is said and done.  It is something I wonder about many a fine folk. 

I need to purchase a magazine that has pictures and words and details and clues me in on key facts.  I need to absorb knowledge like a paper towel which is much more classically absorbent that a sponge.  Then I need to save up a bunch of clams and perhaps open up a clam petting zoo.  Is Romans key?  Then I’m going to take something home in a box and look at it.  I need to get in touch with the one who turns led into gold.  What are those strategies.  We are so unbelievably terrible.  New Carano and new Walker, I suppose I can postpone my self-omission for a little while longer.  Or can i?  only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  I know what keeps me alive.  The will to—

Probably will explore that new form of coverage.  Surprise at end.