mill5[little star provides invaluable assistance again(police)]

When Queen Isis used scissors that’s when I knew.  This was led by six little numbers.  Though it was the pinnacle I would say it was the most kinetic.  It kept him on the hedge of….  Funny little rhyme there.  elements yesterday while in the car.  I was down by law in the evening hours and it felt like a glorious Saturday night though it wasn’t.  I’m a side of beef being lowered down to the babies.  I’ll give you 21.  The start of something mystical and great.  dueling magicians out in a field.  Be careful what you let inside of you.   I’m checking what the odds makers say about Cooper’s chances though keep in mind I’m not talking about someone associated with coffee and donuts and mysticism.  This largely hinges upon all the tradecraft I’ve been learning and honing.  Sundog has already come in handy.  With the tissue paper in the garbage can.  He was shocked they went there with the material.  This shows something different.  I can see the runner influence in the first.  Something he personally explored before to much derision.  They referred to my arrival as the dawn of the mediocre under achiever.  I think I know what that means.  I just ate toast.  Don’t judge me, Joe Brown!  Kaboom.  Kakoom.  Pretty funny.  The deductions come a bit too fast for comfort sometimes.  We’ll see for the future.  I can see how this paved the path for me to be sitting in that art gallery, for me to take the plunge off that cliff.  Onanist.  Aren’t we all?  Victims.  Aren’t we all?  That is an uncanny interpretation.  The fetishization of villainy.  Fame (fame!).  Oliver predated this, yes? As ever, I am waiting for the lovely partner to step to the forefront but this was overall very strong and he is eager to return.  Need to read up more on Warhol.  Need to add a little violence.  I’m very excited to have room to dream.  I wish to be presented with a telephone to  speak to a deity as well as a golden shovel that I may dig myself out of the shit I’m in.  fascinating to begin things with the shovel painter.  Why aren’t we creating the myths anymore?  I need more wine.  I  need to learn Hook’s basslines (nothing to do with the movie Hook which is likely Spielberg’s worst and just terrible film all around!).  one fun at a time.  that’s been my philosophy for weeks now and it has served me well.  Well well well well well .  then a princess asked boomer (who was actually rotor) a question about this repeated word.  A big sphere with a checkered pattered (yellow and black, great combo, like my Partyman, minidisc single, love) and a chain attached.  That minidisc has an unfortunate bitter memory attached.  The ride back was not desires.  New companions which ultimately proved easily dismissed were becoming the priority as the personality sank lower into the depths.  Why not use the axiom of applicative inverses to resolve these ever burgeoning issues?  We’ve reached the halfway point people.  And all those betting on me are going to sadly disappointed.  I am the clown at midnight (mayhaps I’ll have to cut my tongue down the middle with an old straight edged razor).  Ah, the hypothetical Heideggerian re-encounter with Being.  That warrants further study.  I am nothingness.  I have no money.  I make myself flesh.  My  knowledge is a combination of Wikipedia articles and chewed bubblegum.  Big League Chew is my go to gum.  Castro.  I need to be able to trust in that information.  Where’s my spray on tan?  I’m about to drive down a darkened freeway at night and I have to look my best.  Hard to remember anything anymore.   Seeing the electrocutor on the conveyor belt yesterday was not quite the same.  Discipline must be enacted.  My existence now….  I should have paid more heed to those storage sheds.  Do you believe in life after shit?  Several criterions come to mind which may be the next.  Especially after last night with the rain dogs.  I felt pleased at the end.  Need to seek out more things of the Italian persuasion.  And I need to read more about Russia.  I like seeing the technology not related to that last sentence (justice department).  And red doors are so welcoming.  It will never be as great as the train car.  Ripped pages.  Do you remember when the rats were found?  Headline news!  And patterned hosiery and turquoise.  That’s not what I heard.  Eyes wide.  Earthfuck.  Not much to say about the thesis here but don’t blame the thesis.  It was possibly the second best of the 5.  Great number by the way.  Rather, time has passed and betrayed my thoughts.  I can’t wake up even with thousands of gallons of instant nescafe force fed through my gaping eye sockets.  I’m a brass band composed entirely of excrement.  We’re filling up with shit!  They lost track of me amongst the garbage.  I am just human garbage.  What a stunning array of wasted days.  Here’s to a lousy life!  Clink!  Time to go to the store to buy more booze.  And fruit juices!  And maybe later on I’ll order two large combination pizzas!  And maybe tonight I’ll continue.  Can’t finish anything.  Can’t start nothing.  Mommy, that word never sounds right because mommy didn’t love me.  yuck, horrible, awful, can’t even think about things right anymore.  Nothing to show for all this time.  mind burns right now.  Night is the only good time.  waking up every morning to realize I’m still me is just awful.  I’m nostalgic for something not even a year in the past.  It was the first.  The next day holds a similar nostalgia.  I don’t think you can just block the entrance like that.  That pen was perfumed afterward.  And now the allegations.  Oh my word it has not been resolved at all!  The overall lack of concrete support may be problematic but he still likes the introductory strings and the dreams of roof jumping.  Queen Isis and her lovely eyes using scissors.  Throwing darts in my eyes.  Queen Isis holding water in her hands; a break from combat.  Thanks for the friendly advice.  I’m so sorry for everything that is me.  I hate me.  I am disintegrating a la pig explorers.