That’s me, ol’ Ricardo, just pittin’ out while
drinking cheap vodka like it were Sunny D!
I need to break open my encyclopedia of imaginary diseases and more
closely examine the photographs! Perhaps
a new sexuality is it hand! It makes
sense in a way. There’s too much
information out there and I can hardly make sense of any of it. WAH I want my mommy!
I was without coffee for days but now I feel
complete again. Now I am free! I think I’m going to watch the movie
Hereditary in a moment. I am very
excited for it! Or am I? The more I learn
the less I want to know. Damn, I really
needed to do something but I forgot what it was. My pet genius! Of course, love it! I have now seen the movie Hereditary! Such is the magic of the written word and
this glorious digital age in which we live!
What a fantastic decade! What a
fantastic death abyss! I found it to a
highly distressing and unsettling film and give it many many props, kudos and a
strong meaty recommend! I’ll need to see
it again but man…there was just such…such…
Don’t get too personal. He deeply hopes you are okay. Let this be true. Tears before bedtime. Fitting and lovely.
Must be careful about all those ancient texts. You are on the verge of finishing here. It’s been a confusing and odd yet worthwhile
journey. You were quite the jerk last
night. It’s all habitual. Sweaty days are upon us. I quite enjoyed the trailer for the new
Halloween movie today. Twas great to
hear that old score back again and the photography looks lush (shake baby
shake). I will likely be there opening
day but not opening night. Or maybe I will
be there opening night. Regardless, I’ll
certainly watch the original before heading the multiplex and maybe Rob Zombie’s
movies and maybe some of the odd sequels in between all that. Maybe I’ll even eat a burrito deluxe supreme
and look at some porn before heading to the theatre!
You know I really like that song Scream Like a Baby
from Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps). I love that part when he can barely get
out the lyric and then just gives up.
Great thematic resonance there.
And tonight.
There was more caffeine. So happy
to have that back in my life again. This
was purple though, purple caffeine.
Compliments were given and the response was quite effusive. You understand, yes?! The angling.
It’s all about angling. I get it,
we’re all part of a game, just cogs, fucking puppets on strings. Strings.
Lots of references throughout to something I don’t really care for (but
something harmless, around the same as the female the machine). One piece though. One piece.
And dark up. Listening to Elvis
Costello right now. Great stuff.
There is nothing left right now but I suspect there
will be more soon. I almost ate a Payday
candy bar today but then I thought better of it. I don’t know need those empty calories. I’d be a fool to consume them just because. I’m still a fool though so I guess I can
never really win. I don’t deserve to
win.
The dream of the poet. I’m waiting on these musical quasars (which
came from the quartz either hidden in my jacket or shoved up my hirsute ass) to
send me those all important messages from headquarters. Is there a terrible war coming? That dead seagull on the beach and the naked
ladies dancing. Roque’s harmonics drove
me mad. I can feel it right now in the
pit of my gut. That haunted poll. That haunted post. Whatever the fuck ever. I’m near the end now. I wonder what zany antics that seven-year-old
schizophrenic is going to commit! Ah, we
don’t consider the deeply disturbed children.
Too messy. Too greasy (like the
cafeteria food).
Obsession
with hosiery
Voluptuous Ana Bertha: “I’ve been wearing these RHT
pantyhose all day while working at the local greasy spoon. Are you sure you want me to forcibly rub the
sweaty soles of my feet all over your face while berating you in Spanish and English?”
Me: “Oh God, yes please! Please! I’ll do anything!”
Brief that was but mayhaps only the beginning and a new of seeing things thanks to various
atrocities and folks feeling sexually aroused by brutal footage and
mutilations. Surgeries have you. Haunted by those bugs and the auditory realization
of the missing top.
I’ll probably watch the 90’s classic Spawn with my
imaginary kids tonight! They deserve a
real treat! And I deserve a big slab of
undercooked read meat! Thank goodness everything
seems okay for now. I need to eat a lot
of dandelions and greens and file down my lips.
I am not orange. Stopping by in
the middle of a rain storm. And of
course, in then occurs to me how great inside a ring would be the one with the
purple that was alluded to in an earlier paragraph, there need not even be much
change in the overall presentation.
The cleanse. This
is a much needed notion. A lucky 21
cleanse. But how effective will it
be? Only time will tell. Time, patience, the right berries. That’s why she was so happy that day. how lovely.
The coastal town beckons. 37
hours. Or something like that. If only I were a younger man. Perhaps that lucky 21 can be defined by
recordings of water. There is water
everywhere. Holding up four when you
really mean three is everything in the world.
The mastery of incoherence and strange otherworldly languages. And now the missives from another nameless
individual. Sweet and strawberry and
chocolate and feigned innocence and documentation and leaning. No, no leaning. Left alone on the stairs but with a blissful
hard promise to return. This energy
flows out the sun and is seen by eyes which can focus on two things at the same
time. as lovely as a photograph
now. Discretion and spies. Non appearances
in the photograph replete with sibling love.
Maybe it’s time to let them all go.
For health reasons. New messages
and a countdown. While the lucky 21
cleanse is on he is hoping for nothing but beautiful experiences.
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