I really fucking like the Foregrow EP. Fuck it but I do! I consider him to be much more of a 202ist
these days. I listened to it on repeat
ad naseum the other day while doing work that was first dry and then wet. Earlier that same day all those fashion try
on hauls had me in a trance. I also watched
Lord of Illusions earlier that same day and a Fugazi documentary. But yeah, Foregrow. It gets a big hearty thumbs up (my hirsute
buttocks) from yours falsely! I’ve no
idea what he’s up to these days but please release more! That very last song – Unf – reminded me in
one part very much like the song Sleep Around by The Artist Formerly Known as
Prince from disc 3 of his 1996 album Emancipation (one of my personal fave
albums of his). I’m off to listen to
more Kraftwerk, Tangerine Dream and Neu! right now and then I’ll return to
Foregrow. Then maybe I’ll eat a pastrami
on rye sandwich with a lot of mustard or better yet stare out the window for a
while. Windows have me. I wish my last name was windows. I never did get around to buying that gold
tick. Maybe one day….
I’m beloved in the comedic community. I love how increasingly insular things are
becoming. Very soon I won’t have to
actually physically interact with everyone.
Won’t that be a glossy paradise on earth. I don’t like to go outside. What a bizarre coincidence then that I’m listening
to Earl Sweatshirt right now. I want to
live in a blue room. I suspect we’ll
meet for drinks later one and regale one another with stories. I love consuming alcohol because it makes me
feel numb and then I don’t feel so bad anymore.
I like to drink in excess until I pass out and then in the morning I drink
fruit juices, the same kind sunbaked farmers probably prefer. God bless the working stiff. Puppet vegetables are cute. I was listening to Tyler the Creator and now I’m
listening to Neu! Such is the nature of
wisdom. I should be driving right
now. I’ve already had my afternoon
tea. What would I do without it? I should pack by suitcase and strut
around. Hopefully I won’t tear both
quads after my prodigious strutting. He didn’t
even sell it! What a hardcase. Those piano keys sound great. I never get tired of the Motorik beat. Ah, 75.
That’s the one. Ocean waves. I never get tired of the sound of my own
voice.
Listening to Kraftwerk now.
I musn’t forget about 10.
Seriously, how could I have been so unbelievably fucking stupid as to
forget about Ten. This needs to be the
model. This is the correct way. The form and the light. Ten is everything. Arguably, it’s the only thing. Is that a model we can follow? Gotta excise a bunch of excrement. And canyons.
Ten and canyons. Paul knew the truth.
He knew it was just a matter of composition and minutes and then it
really would be an approximation of the central desire, the basic conceit. Should we strive for the blowing of
minds? This will be just like a class
told in a foreign language. I ate cake
the other day. Not really a fan of cake,
the food or the band. But this cake I liked. So suit me.
he is constantly dealing with utter fucking idiots. He despise them all. Who’s this?
There were a lot of imaginings in fields a long time. Waiting outside doors.
It was the in the shape of a W as I recall. It seems like a separate person
entirely. There’s something illusory
there. are these real memories. He wishes he wasn’t himself. Red and blue at that time, yes? Anticipation in the sweaty, boiling
heat. Doubling down on the
pleasure. i was discovering myself in
the looking glass. Though I’ve never
been a star. Not even close. I needed a
staple. As I recall I needed three
staples. It hurts him to remember these
things. But he liked to do it
anyway. I have so many questions. Later on seen in Target. More than once? Everything through a window. There were two laboratories. One was noisier than the other. None of that mattered. It was all careful coordination. He walked through the hallway once in
t-shirt, bandanna, cowboy hat and sunglasses.
Someone was at his side though not nearly as guarded. It hurts to remember these things. has it been more than a decade? These memories have all but disappeared
entirely. Once he is gone there will be
no trace of them anywhere. Really
beautiful, he thinks time and time again before finally saying it aloud. A wave later on. What’s your name. it is right that they be forgotten. he wishes he could be forgotten. the reality is not so detached. How utterly proper.
It seemed fitting. Especially
now as I’m traversing the orange sun drenched roads of Warszawa. I suspect there are questions to which we
will never have the answers. I owe you
so much. Daily. The still lifes inside the spacecraft. I’m looking for water. Is that what it’s all about? How would they treat us? Eventually there was ascension though,
yes? But not without leaving behind the
most essential texts. Explorations which
will last. Forever. In one iteration ruined by earthly
matters. Only a chapter though. It is a great way to end things by passing
out in a café. Careful when shooting
blanks though. It all comes back around
and revival is on the future menu. Constant
revival. I do not believe there was no
plan. I slipped into different kinds of
glass traps many years ago and it was a glorious decision. I remember the receiving. This is more constant than any
friendship. This is an endless font of
inspiration; life growing organically from life, outside and in my electric
blue room. All the soaring days of our
lives. Thank you. I won’t stay in a sad place.
I how the Trans Europa Express just keeps chugging even when I
least expect it. A couple heroes there
too. Seems I’ve been far too ignorant of
Afrika.
Happy Birthday to Scott today. Thanks to you as well! Many happy returns.
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