I really love that Black Flag album My War. I was listening to it the other day while
parked in front of a sushi restaurant hating myself. At one point an attractive woman arrived,
went in, ostensibly ordered take out and left.
I watched her in an inappropriate way and enjoyed the sight of
curvaceous body. I like the cover of My
War. The actual album cover. It kinda reminds me of the cover of the first
Adolescents album but probably only because they are both blue and I am
stupid. She was wearing very tight pants
and I enjoyed the sight of her buttocks as she walked into the restaurant and
when she hauled that ass out of and into her car. I don’t really care much for sushi
myself. I played a lot of Videoman back
in the day. I eat it about once every
six months or so. Maybe longer. And that’s
enough for me. I doubt I’ll ever see
that woman again but who knows what fate may have in store. I need to get this album on wax! Get it on wax, they say! Scorching guitar work, my friends! I need more wires. Maybe I’ll buy the Mortal Kombat soundtrack and
listen to it while contemplating suicide!
Would that make ya’ll happy?! I’ve
been reading a book lately. I already have
a laptop that I think will suffice for my idears. Always put on your money on apes. Their playful love of bananas tops all! Behold a….
I’m just made of lines and blocks these days. Conjuring woodpeckers soon. When did we become terrified of our own
sex? I need some visual aids for tomorrow’s
stirring discussion. Head already shaved. You want to talk control systems? Or mechanisms? Unbelievable.
I never realized it’s his feces he has in that blue bowl and that is
what he is generously throwing out to all of us. Gaze upon the….
Sometimes we’re dreaming our lives. Really like the goldmine. Mini novels.
Color me something. Maybe I am
intrigued. I was reading somewhere in
the dark yesterday and then I felt terrible and had to stop. Luckily, there was plenty of booze and brass
to smooth my wrinkled heart. Gotta tell
ya, I really like Lucinda Williams’ album Car Wheels on a Gravel Road.
I was inspired and then I was in a panic. A calm panic but that doesn’t make much
sense, does it? I ate classic pb and j
for dinner. I gotta stop thinking black
thoughts. The first four ep’s is such an
inspiring lp. Thankfully I have many
things on which to fall back. Of course I
viewed the interview today. Very heartfelt. The tears were quite touching. You shall be missed. I’d like to go to a movie theatre soon and
watch a movie but I don’ t know if that is a possibility. S/he is so accelerated. There must be something wrong but I’m just
too stupid to figure it out. Hopefully I
have not alienated by best chance at a cure.
Hopefully it is not too late. Stop
worrying about saving face you fool. You
worthless bastard. My head hurts so much
from intentionally banging it on the door earlier!
[Attempt
(First, see the Exhibit(ion)]: He arrived home from a
busy days of sales. No, that’s not
right. He’s not a salesman. Or rather,
he is but he isn’t. at some point the landlady asked him to remove the long
dead plant from his balcony and he promptly complied and took the dried out
thing to his kitchen and ate it over the course of 8 long minutes, washing it
down with a fresh glass of tap water (straight up, no ice). Then Maria arrive
home from a hard day’s work, her voluminous shaking and quaking with each step
underneath her hip hugging black skirt (which was standard issue at her place
of employment). They discussed politics
and geometry, reflecting on various books of mathematics while she removed her
black high heel shoes, exposing her seamed RHT pantyhose clad feet to the air
where the combination of oxygen of the hard day’s work created a powerful and lovely
perfume. She then promptly walked over
to him, pushed him down to his knees and then against the sofa with powerful
arms and then began to choke him with the sole of one pantyhose clad foot. He futilely begged for mercy while she
applied more pressure and looked for a book of geometry amongst the stacks to
read. Once a volume was selected she lay
on her back and continued to press down on his throat while pressing the sole
of her other pantyhose clad foot against his face, all the while uttering
insults, proclamations of power and dominance and pontifications about
mathematics. She occasionally laughed
while reading a particularly amusing passage in the book.
Secrets in Lace seems to make a very reliable
product. More on that in the
future. But what do I know?! I’m just Ricardo, the universe’s punching
bag. So much do and so little time. I need to wake up early but I’m all out of café. Maybe battery acid will be a savvy substitute? Maybe I’ll give a brick to someone as a
gift. Punk rock is saving me. or is it?!
The more I learn the less I want to know. Hahahaha, I love how deadpan that was. Hahahaha.
Deadpan isn’t even the right word.
I’m just too dumb to think of the right word. I need to stock up on Breyfogle’s Prime. Gotta a girl about documentation
tomorrow. Bruises everywhere. It’s going to be such a busy day it will
practically be not busy at all! Thankfully
I’ve found those new wordly inspirations.
I don’t care! I don’t boast. Call Me By Your Name was just beautiful. Loved it.
I constantly find myself surrounded by morons. Such is bank!
Room to dream. I look forward to
having a room to dream. Peace of mind
was probably never meant for me.
lovely. What an utter shame I am
bereft of talent. Still thinking of that
other…so much fleeting now. I saw you. I
don’t get anything anymore. The feelings
were real and now they’re out there, somewhere, being beautiful. I understand the geometry though. The meeting of angles and clad flesh. Angels.
Man, my computer speakers really suck huge dick!
I didn’t know Boom! was publishing a Rocko’s Modern
Life comic book!!! I need to hunt down
all back issues now!!! I’m such a hopeless
bastard!!! I really fucking hate
myself!!!
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