can't remember when first saw but always lovely and the other was first used copy but great work

I would not be the protagonist in a television show or movie about my life.  That job would most likely apply to action start Michael Jai White who would play a hip and edgy detective.  The pilot episode or pivotal scene in the film would include the Peter Murphy song Fall With Your Knife.  A key character would be a gorgeous curvy Latina with kinky dyed blonde hair who works at a pharmacy and whose strength hides a dark secret.  I would be interested in her but she would ultimately choose White’s character.  She would wear tight pants with vertical stripes (either black pants with white stripes or cream colored pants with black stripes) and vests over collared shirts.  And high heels.  And hosiery under her pants.  There would also be two criminal characters engaging in the most daring crime of their lives, something involving a child.  There would be a key scene in a restroom where they are doing something awful and all the character would be linked up the aftermath of this scene. 

I think Bitches Brew and In a Silent Way will both serve as excellent companions to the other inspirational musical forces I am cataloguing for future use.  Man, that former album is an extremely difficult challenge.  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  It is a rich and shocking puzzle.  I feel I have only just begun to unravel its mysteries.  I do so love that moment at about the 7 minute 30 mark in the monster epic title track where you can hear Miles telling them to “keep it tight.”  I wish I coulda been there. 

I have developed a far too dangerous obsession with The Most Violent.  Ah, glorious sadism.  Oh, the sweet suffering.  No interest in the big enterprises there.  There was a melding taking place on this very day.  My car was beeping and this caused some momentary confusion.  Turquoise.  Unable to hold everyone.  There were already beautiful tears.  The day went by very quick.  This was perhaps The Most Violent unmasked.  He so desires to be put in the corner.  And then tripped up.  The rewards are so sumptuous.  He would last but a few seconds were that to transpire. 

Once more. Magenta and black.  Truly muse corrupted.  But wonderful.  Irresistible is not real.  I have no desire for the contrary.  Multiple stamps but not really necessary though appreciated nonetheless.  Certainly.  How have you been?  It feels like it’s been awhile.  I’m not quite awake yet.  Patterned this time.  and something floral, something quite decorative right there in the deep black.  This was the focal point; the center of his doom.  And later on it was throbbing and then relief came but only for the moment.  It’s born again so quickly. He drinks to sin every single night. 

I will check out that Picasso series for sure.  And if I read the book in time I will also check out there Terror series.  Guess I better pay the electric company.  I like electricity, that’s for sure.  Circus by Britney Spears is a very good album.  You know, I very recently read the short story The Forbidden during one great lazy rainy Sunday afternoon.  I found it to be a haunting and vital piece of work.  For a big fan of the film Candyman like yours falsely, it was most interesting to see how closely the movie adhered to Barker’s original story for the first half or so.  Despite the fact that I’d seen the film many many times, it was the eventual divergence from the source material which in part made the story so unnerving as it was initially so familiar before venturing off into more uncharted territory.  While both story and movie have a dark ending, I found I preferred the ending to the story as it was a bit more nihilistic in comparison to the wry irony of the film’s ending.  Still, it’s hard to be deny the excellence of the adaptation (and I stress that word) in the way it moves the setting to the very topical Cabrini Green buildings in Chicago and especially in how in changes Candyman’s character and how it essentially relates to that setting.  I love adaptations which retain an essential essence of the original while putting their own unpredictable and uniquely rich spin on things.  I heartily recommend both The Forbidden and Candyman. 

It was bright red again.  There was bright red all over and black above and below and it was beautiful and inviting and intoxicating but it was also very likely the death of everything.  And I drank sin once more and I loved it and he was killing his own heart and he quickly wished for death but nothing came.  Inched further to see more.  This was the friendly death of everything; the most welcoming of killers.  I haven’t seen you wear purple. 

Fucking goggles, am I right? 

I suppose The Messthetics debut LP is enough to put off what I must do for at least a little while longer.  I was entranced by seeing The Most Violent right there before me, in the same timeframe.  Resting on a bed.  Leisurely.  Questions asked and answered.  Walking.  Water.  Going for a new equipo Nuevo.  Wonderful.  So gentle and lovely after such violence.  Lovely little laugh and voice.  Tinfoil hair.  How could sadism and beauty be so kind?  I can see the hens.  We went chasing after the hens together.  Nothing is real anymore.  Except for my self-hatred.  The banana was a classic choice.    

My Ataxia CD AWII finally arrived from feudal Japan today.  And for the briefest of moments my life has some meaning to it.  I will now drive around and listen to this music.  Later on I’m going to talk to some people.  I cooked and consumed salmon last night.  I like Blade Runner more every time I see it.  I need to break out Frank Miller’s Ronin again at some point.  I really don’t know anything anymore. 

All respects to Sahori and Jack Ketchum.  Thank you.