mill7(going back probs but hopes that today of the two the one shown is the one which is everything to me!)

After spending so much time in the treme it felt hip and fresh to return to my old Y2k fears.  No, that doesn’t make any sense.  I’m already off my game.  I don’t know if it was the time away and apart or what but this just felt great and is one of my faves of this initial lucky number.  It would be right near the top!  I spotted or maybe imagined but I think I spotted some great allusions to a manhunter (not a martian one, mind you) and another lucky number though the same lucky number as I previously mentioned.  Prints and blue.  Deep blues.  Love color.  Man’s color (not the man we’re thinking of but a man but another consonant is necessary).  It opens with a word(s) from one of the new four which is always a risky prospect if you don’t have the goods with which to back it up.  If you don’t bring your A plusses as a Danish man might say.  And though I’m not sure anything could have lived up to that particular selection I do believe the themes introduced prior were neatly carried over.  It all added up.  Catherine remains a warm and necessary presence and I enjoyed her increased involvement here and hope that will continue.  I am going to throw some meat down near the dogs to distract them whilst I go looking for the correct scrap heap.  I’m not sure if my plan will work though.  Dogs always get the better of him in the end.  I sense I should have anticipated the denouement but I give peanut butter kudos to the team that I did not and suspect my deep involvement and very specific trickery with lenses prevented this from happening.  I don’t know that I can fully parse out or agree with the motivating conclusion but I was with the entirety of the thing so I can accept it (like a tank of compressed air).  However the ultimate ultimate black magic marker in newsprint conclusion I can fully 100% parse out and accept and once more I left with troubling conclusion that I am unsane (sinks down in his seat again).  Don’t let my troubling self realization blind anyone from the fact that this was a fully quite good three-fourths of an hour and again, thus far ranks at the very top (hey, wasn’t he shattered after being frozen in ice by a captain?).  that newspaper was so troublingly realistic.  Harmless psychopath.  Or am he?  Why did you have to use that word?  Still hung up on things, eh?  Someone remembered just yesterday as I was drinking a couple of doves.  My fingers were sticky with salt.  Used to be during the week, long time, how was he noticed?  Everyone notices.  There was The Angry One.  in blue but not The Rhapsody in Blue but invading thoughts and now everywhere and Diana the Huntress was enough but not enough and like the Jade Pendant life circles back around on itself.  Will be enough later on though.  And there was black, everything was black from the troubled morning to replacement of magenta and a sore neck and a lot of caffeine  (go on and wring my neck, no, that’s the wrong one but the word kinda relates).  It’s starting over again and I regret that and I don’t and I regret everything and I don’t.  at least there was the one – stradlin – which did not return.  Very nearly.  And upon re-entry I considered doubling down, double or nothing as the kids used to say.  Why not?  I am no longer in control.  That’s another ten dollars to lightning larry.  All money well spent of course.  Justice without shoes.  And all at once the answer was upon me.  it would be the perfect synthesis.  Such a short amount of time and I can bleat and blather away.  Must make oblique references.  And now I see about the brains. Now I understand and I sense the sublimity deep within.  It all makes sense now.  I don’t think I’ll eat burritos today though.  But yes, so inspiring.  Fourteen times two.  And now I must return to the place of strange medicine. Everything appears twice and yet it is all so brief.   Does he dare go for a custom job?  Does he dare plunk down that seafood.  The place of strange medicine was still home to the T-doppelganger.  Nothing had changed.  He lost control again (oh hooky).  You know, I really like that silverman film I just watched.  Actually it was the second time I watched it but I really like it.  Two digital facsimiles of love and sex in one day.  Careful, your true colors are starting to show.  I need more off right now and I am going to remedy that immediately while also shipping over a vampire and a ballerina.  I forget an exclamation mark in the last sentence but it was actually implied.  How said that he went looking for The Icy One and came up short.  And in the end everything was so hopelessly flaccid.  The Jackal again.  And now Zeuxis leaving us.  Somehow it all makes sense.  The morning was empty.  None of this information is relevant.  I have really learned nothing.  But it’s all calm for the time being.  Who knows how it will look tomorrow.  It’s 1915 that is so important to me.  and aspects of what follows.  I’ll repeat that number in my mind with a bifurcating punctuation.  On the medical path.  But thank the heavens not leaving behind this other life.  Please let us be reunited today.  Do you understand what I am saying?  I look up to the sky.  Putting on act.  That sounds not nice but it is necessary while we’re out on the floor.  I don’t understand anything.  Rocks.  But that is not the correct spelling.  Pink dreadlocks.  And the sweet sounds of strangulation.  Really liking bad brains, I say to myself apropos of nothing.  Maybe I’ll buy a book later.  Would now be the right time to book my flight to Fairbanks, Alaska?!  THAT is the question.  Maybe I’ll live.  Or maybe I’ll just live in my room (which is the color electric blue).  The Little Star returning was, is and shall be everything to me.  stop counting down the days, motherfucker (reverse this and there is a sly generational (new) reference).  Oh no, this is all reborn.  Commentary on the police officer garb.  Yes father, I shall become a piece of shit.  What crashed through my window just then?!