the one with the green (other word for it, always choice)

The meat lights and the blood lights have me.  uncle meat is coming for me and he’s not going to be very happy when he sees how little I’ve done.  When Uncle Meat is unhappy he punishes me.  he punishes me for being a bad boy and makes me do awful disgusting things that no one should be forced to do.  There’s blood in my eyes now and on my fingers.  The olfactory is what brings the most vivid and terrible things back. 

Joe Lally’s first album is quite inspiring.  Lo-fi is an ugly word and not at all what I mean but this is very much inspiring in the same way as John’s albums only bass oriented instead of guitar or synth oriented. Thank you Lord for music.  Clean sentiments expressed in the moment.  There is an adorable frog on my desk.  Thanks love. 

I love Eno and his crazy ambient stuff!  Brilliant shit.  But man, that song 2/1 really puts me on edge like nothing else.  I wonder if that’s the point….  It’s time to harvest the crust from my eyes!  It’s time to drink cheap whiskey and maybe watch a Godard film. 

I may be eviscerated halfway through things.  I have a little tape recorder I’m using.  Happy and classic tools.  Gotta get her some flowers and be put on the waiting list.  That was a searing instrumental!  It made me bang my head against the windows.  i wrote it back in the early 80’s!  I’m going to pound sand today!  I’m starting to like it.  looks like blood as it dries.  So much flesh.  So much evisceration.  Maxx.  Need to look into.  Robert rodriguez’s Mexico trilogy – particularly Once Upon in Mexico – will always be immensely important and influential films for me.  Thank you Bobby for these works.  I need you by LeAnn Rimes, what a beautiful song.  I love this American I’m drinking right now.  It makes me feel all nice and jittery.  It makes my windows tinted with magenta.   Why would anyone want to open the box?  Back in the halcyon days of elementary my heart would periodically explode in my chest when I used Artgum erasers.  Neckties have you.  certain concepts of electricity are undoubtedly lost on you and I cannot deny that which I can scarcely comprehend.  I cannot feel my wrists.  Kaiser.  He felt sexual arousal while watching her consume nachos.  Mmm nachos.  Tapping.  I think I need to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 again.  magicians at the dawn.  That’s not quite right.  where are all my penguin paperbacks?  I’m scared to read certain books.  We gave up hope.  Understandable really.  Where’s my leather?  I like the movie Haywire a lot.  I’m a Soderbergh junkie.  Or am i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.   Bubble.  Bubble is great.  I need to find a factory.  My life is a conveyor belt.  I’m looking for a dimension constructed entirely out of creamed corn.  The way she opened the guitar case with her nylon clad foot was everything.  

What if we make it a cube instead?  Geometry can be scary.  Geometry? That’s just shapes and stuff!  I drew a camel on a piece of paper and wrapped the paper around a beautiful book.  If there are ripped pages, tape them.  The road warrior is on in the background right now.  The skies in Australia are the color of precious fruit.  I watched part of the new Jodorowsky film last night.  Then diamonds got the better of me.  New scorpion seems more than intriguing.  

That was the last we ever saw of him.  He lives now only in my memories.  Gets me choked up every time!  makes me ball and whinge and then I drop down to my knees and purr like a kitty!  Brian May did the music!  How utterly intriguing.  I must purchase it and then I will listen to it.  I’ll still hate myself at the end of the day though.  Nothing much I can do about that.  maybe I need to trackdown that bootleg!  The younger puma almost made me lose it!  All the pastels!  The sweet sounds.  I almost lost it right then and there!  oh the sweet suffering.  There’s ten dollars down the drain.  1000 precious pennies just flushed right there with all the shit and the piss and all my hopes and dreams.  Goodbye horses.  I need that print of Guernica.  But would it scare me too much?  Distortions of horses frighten me.  Light bulbs frighten me.  Light bulbs have you.  

I’m slapping my knees in accordance with perpendicular rhythm.  I stink of work and fear.  I need an energy drink.  Someone get me a hardtop and make sure it has a decent engine.  I’ll see you in the La Brea Tar Pits.  Where all the good little hedonists go to cry.    Earthfuck was written on the bulletin board in magic marker.  I’m the fool?!  You’re the one doing fucking lunges!  

Lol I didn’t realize I put “paint up frustrations” instead of “pent up”!  That’s a super cute mistake on the part of yours falsely.  

I still remember.  It was the most exciting boss relationship he’s ever had.  The slim notepad. The deep forest greens.  The bad beard.  So many guys sport the bad ugly as fuck beards.  Why do they do it?  Ancient Morgan, he beseeches you!  Man I love Jack “King” Kirby!  I recommend amputation!  The sign said TALL on it.  

this is not a piece of plexi glass.  Just say what I always say then I am going to be drilled. Thankfully I am going to receive a list.  Lists make all the difference in the world.  I need to prepare that lightly seasoned slow roasted pork.  Maybe I can use banana leaves!  The younger Puma keeps drawing me back again.  Do I dare?!  Don’t I dare?! 

Did I already mention that Eno’s albums need to be added to the list?  I will read again.  That baby triceratops is certainly a mainstay. 

I suppose things feel a bit empty now since the Rhapsody in Blue went away.  But whose fault is that really?  Certainly mine!  Time to do the crab walk and eat crab meat.  Then I’m going to drink an energy drink.  Cubes of vitality float down the river to an uncertain destination.  All the while pity is moving the stars inside the liquid portions of my brain and – oh dearie me – I seem to have forgotten where I put my stick pure unadulterated butter! Quick, save the planks!