At long last I finally discovered
the heretofore unknown connections between The Lawnmower Man and Peter
Gabriel’s Kiss That Frog. How stupid of
me not to notice it before. How utterly
idiotic. Give me steam! The bubble wrap reminds me a bit about floss
and ice cream. \
Is it time to start a collection of
Billy Zane movies?! When would be the
proper time? I love Janelle Monae’s new
material and I look forward to the album.
I feel the guiding spirit of Prince in there. I watched Annihilation the other night and
loved it. I purchased the book
immediately afterward and will read it at some point. I was rereading At the Mountains of Madness
the other day while eating nachos and drinking beer and generally hating
myself. I should have a drove a stunt
vehicle afterward. It’s a great story
though. Speaking of Lovecraft I couldn’t
help but notice how much Annihilation borrows from The Colour Out of Space. I’ll be curious to see if this borrowing
stems from the book or changes in the story specifically made for the
movie. I really like U2’s album All That
You Can’t Leave Behind. It feels good to
listen to that album.
Naturally a chunk of my last night
was taken up with UFC 222. I wouldn’t
have missed it for the world. Not for
the whole world! Thankfully there were
no yellow coats around to spoil my fun (unlike the carton of spoiled milk I
drank last night which resulted in a lovely sleepless night). Naturally I only wanted the preliminary
fights which were broadcasted free of charge of FS1 and did not watch any of
the main card. My only priority –
arguably the only priority I have
anymore in any aspect of my miserable and utterly worthless life – was to watch
McKenzie Dern’s debut.
And with such great ease he was able
to slip back into the beautiful and haunting world of sin. Mayhaps he should have opted to read the soft
machine again? Would now be a good time
to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?
The Rhapsody in Blue is back again because you extended the
invitation. Right there in the middle of
things was the center of The Berlin Trilogy.
The vanishing creamed corn was
unduly haunting. At one point I almost
was involved in a violent automobile accident while I vomited it up creamed
corn though of course it was actually the desired substance of some extradimensional
beings.
I see back on February 18, 2015 I
wrote “Used pantyhose cloud my thoughts and how could they
not?” I see that very little has changed
in the intervening 3 years. I also asked
“Could the Love Symbol Album be my favorite Prince album?” and
I find that I am still asking that question 3 years later. Everything has changed and yet nothing has
changed. Isn’t that deep?!
Congrats to Guillermo.
And Roger!
What does first note say? Starts too “light”? ah, starts too cute, not into kids. I liked the dog flying into the air, said
that this happened on the same day as the black Chihuahuas on the freeway. That was very sad. I feel and felt sad. I feel bad all the time because I’m a
miserable failure. I haughtily laugh at
others who are clearly miserable failures but convince themselves they are not. Play doh domination flashback gave me serious
Heavenly Creatures vibes (that is a lesbian movie or isit?). I need to eat more pie post haste. Meat being dead is a good hook. I love PI’s and like how he caught on. Until he revived Meat I forgot the 1 minute
rule, glad that was cleanly showed again.
It is a good twist and hook that they attracted to fresh honey straight
from the comb. Flashback: Honey for bums
is an amazing idea. Poverty is so
complex and yet so simple. Very charming beads, good chemistry (essential for
romantic beads). “which one is this?”
(heaven or hell?). Parrot during the
attempted murder and Gold monkeys are cool.
Too twee? Frogs and birds, don’ t
want to see the kid very often please. Maybe
if I tattoo my body up and then sit around naked eating raw fish I can finally
turn things around and escape this godforsaken precipice (need more light in my
room). separate beds, exploring the intimacy while
being unable to touch. Interesting to
explore the intimacy that space can provide.
The yearning, the longing. Maybe I’ll
buy a bunch of cheeses later on. Cruise me (blonde) spying: there’s a surprising
lack of physical contact. Pie knitting a la church trav when he attended
church. Though of course back in the day
we all wanted to be butlers and argued about pre crisis power levels. I like the cynicism inherent to cod fish and
their reaction over not wanting Meat to come with them. Put a pancho on my beer and I’ll call it too
cute but I’ll drink it anyway. Angry
morgue is good support for the essay I wrote on blue pages. I was merely adequate. Good gore on the hit and run. Don’t like when the whole building is an artificial
digital construct. Fish to olives out in
space and once I didn’t pay for the rocks but I was staring at her ass. Very harsh!
She is still happy they don’t touch.
interesting transition when I suddenly find myself on the other side of the
universe. It’s ever expanding. Lets not even broach the subject of dinosaurs
(the sworn enemy of man, they will pay for their destructive tendencies but
before that please get me a purple one). Meat speaks multiple languages, while
my car sits idly by and I still need to eat more pie. Olives are singing and the suction and
canines make it more than somewhat more bearable. That Indian
reservation thing did not understand the elegance used in the one about sheeps. The captain had me with that star cut out and
the bangs. Holding hands in cars is nice
but I prefer eating steamed rice. I ate
steamed rice this morning.
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