mill1[good(maybe very good)begin)

Someone wants to see me drown in the blood dimmed tide.  It is a compelling to imagine that it was AIDS being referenced.  It is also quite compelling to imagine that maybe we all actually died quite a while ago.  We’re all sitting around waiting for our punishment.  I was listening to  Stone Temple Pilots new album today and yesterday.  I think I like it.  Overall it probably sits somewhere right in the middle of their catalogue but that is only the initial blush.  Some folks had their eyes and mouth sewed shut.  You’re giving an effort now but that will all change once the day is up.  True appreciation died inside of you and you a very long time ago.  Their new signer really sings from the gutt.  He does a good approximation though.  There’s at least one new classic on there.  I was listening to The Doors at some other point.  And also Raekwon.  Shaolin’s finest.  The industrialization at the beginning already brought me in.  who isn’t in the mood for a good peep show.  Much racier than I thought possible.  At some point it was raining blood while my face remained comfortable in the shadows though the tear which ran down my cheek was unmistakable.  Slow thighs.  I was begging for forgiveness the other day.  It is a familiar pose for yours falsely.  That image of the poor screaming bastard on fire and thrashing through the old pacific northwest words was something.  I was taken back a bit to the time of the wolf and hearing crying and screaming and seeing distant marching with torches and feeling terrified and know that sleep was something very foreign to me now.  All by my own doing.  I love seeing the rains come down.  And of course piggy imagery is ever a favorite of mine.  But imagery this is not.  Another part of me was tickled.  I lost my shit.  There was another amalgamation.  Sign o’ the times really. The sins are on every street corner.  Outside was probably a bit too far away though all the selections made a lot of sense so I cannot feel anything for the exclusion.  I made this!  I do believe he has a problem with homosexuals though. This was not quite de palma but it may have been demme.  A mix of this and that.  On fire again and I found heads in bags and I enjoyed seeing the blood pour down the walls.  Sexy women were dancing for me.  Always a pleasure.  Those screams sounded oddly reminiscent of a man undergoing a painful medical procedure while secured in place with a large body size membrane (I can see the thoughts in the temples).  Is everything intentional or just eventual?  Mere anarchy would be something of a terrifying gift but even I don’t know what I’m talking about.  I’m as ignorant of Yeats as I am about…gosh, anything really.  Though I must extend the very gracious thanks for the introduction.  Is that hour of the beast come around at last?  I may have lept over a bridge at one point though if I never did I certainly should have.  Just starting with Berlin again.  I’m just starting with orange and profile again.  What in the world?  That is the one which will be first.  Not sure about the punctuation.  Maybe afterward I’ll consider a new career.  It would be difficult to advance without mentioning the visual steerers of the ship.  Character is what reigns supreme but not in the way one thinks.  Lines straight down the side and below blue eyes.  These lines are so very deep.  Man’s best friend, you may recall.  I don’t see any pumpkins around.  So brave to crawling  through those tunnels.  There are plenty of heads though.  Perhaps I was on PCP and broke every bone in my hand but won’t feel it til morning.  That Kevlar sure is something else though.  The reemergence later on with the fleshy totem pole on the beach makes on the more sense now.  Mann, it all goes back before it goes forward.  You’ve seen these tapes before.  There is green everywhere when I wear goggles and blue washes over everything in the middle of the night looking out on the ocean.  Began there then traversed through cosmetic scalps and the force feeding of spaghetti with plenty of detours along the same paths you created with similar albeit more jovial bedfellows.  sturdiness if the key here in the face of such persistent nihilism and I know he is more than up to the task.  The puppy and recipient were darling, as was the support back home.  Photographs intriguing.  I am haunted.  I pray this never hits close to home.  What does the group.  Nothing is dated truly anymore these days, especially with such strings and again – who doesn’t love a peep show?  Let’s rock.  I didn’t say that.  Mayhaps though its all just a part of this older school adventure I am currently undertaking.  Maybe a more contemporary and  extended stop in new Orleans is in order as well.  But I was oh so pleased initially. The path was much more daring than I anticipated.  The flightplan this pilot took gets very strong marks from yours falsely.  The corresponding number is currently in the 60’s but I’d like to think my passion is equal to the task.  What am I discovering these days?  One all important – none more important – aspect of things is certainly improving.  You deliver.  Right? Right?!  Multiple times now and he feels sure it will become one of his most cherished.  So much time has been wasted already.  Time to plan an escape route?  Please don’t depend on me.  chess and lovely and dirty suit are taking another in that other location.  Truly, all these horrific acts are happening only a few miles apart.  They do have a common crossdressing component.  I don’t think I would want to enter that dark house.  I would definitely put pantyhose over my head though.  But only if they were used!