Kaboom!
Kaboom! So I am the villain of
the piece. Didn’t even know what the
bleep was going on! What the duck I was
thinking?! A preponderance of
exposition, fuck fuck fuck. Nothing is
working the way it should anymore. And still
the scratches on the glass. Still the
scratches on the glass! This geometry is
not sacred at all. I repeatedly indulge
in the very worst of myself. Time to pay
the piper. No, please no. not hot enough yet. Peppermint and serenity. Eh but I will. And the birth of a glorious new fetish. The great love of your life is sin. Trying to escape from our cages we are. There are too many remnants and echoes of
awful things around me that is because they are all reflections of me. I need that first drink already. And the dozen or so that follow. First four ep’s just blister by and leave my
brain purple with bruises.
I’m very excited for this piano and microphone
release. That released track is just
lovely and this seems like the type of thing I’ll happily put in in the middle
of the night whether in my posh flat or in my car (where I feel safest of
all). I know you don’t believe in
birthdays but I’m going to wish you one anyway!
Happy Birthday! Love ya! You have and continue to give me so
much!
No one is capable is following through on
anything. What a bunch of morons. Man, I truly do despise people. I did laundry the other day. then I drank a glass of water.
I had 9 pairs of used pantyhose wrapped around my
head. I passed out for a few seconds
though luckily not any longer than that.
I must be more careful next time.
good ol’ labored breathing.
Outside the house screaming. Folks think they can just do whatever they
want without consequences. It doesn’t
fucking work that way! Oh the sweet
suffering. I’ve run out of the proper words. Was watching Techy y su Grupo Aroma
earlier. I watched many videos of them
but was not moved emotionally. That is
my fault though, not theirs. I see it
now, we’re going to put on art show and no one will attend but it will the
greatest art show this miserable world has ever seen. Then something will have to write about it! And then mass circulation! Let’s cut a jazz
record! I love jazz! Without jazz my
skin would melt off my body and I’d cook my raw flesh and make a delicious
skillet meal with peppers, mushrooms and spuds.
Don’t break your leg when you walk down the stairs. I was involved in a group text recently and I
thought about drinking some tea but couldn’t quite pull the trigger. I’m so dependent on caffeine it’s not even
remotely humorous! I crave plasma! I hope I can wash my dinner down tonight with
a tall frosty Nozz-A-La! What is this
off crap? He dared to ask! But I already told you if you managed to read
in between the cracks!! First four. Group of super. This is necessary and vital as I drive around
and consider not so sacred geometry.
It’s banana sandwiches!!! The old records, you can’t
change em. Legacy. Cuban linx, brother. Still rockin’ to My War of course though that
should come as no surprise to those who were unlucky enough to have read the
crap I posted yesterday. Oh look, there’s
my missing check book, right next to a pocket knife and yellowing paper. Being down in the Treme is giving me much as
the same feels as when I was hangin’ with the vigilantes and for that I am
eminently grateful. I need it! Shame I’m all out of cheap whiskey. Cheap vodka will do in a pinch though! Where’s that bartender who always tacked on
the bad Russian accent when delivering my drinks?! I loved to stare at her full quaking buttocks
whilst she prepares my liver destroying beverages. Of course, later on I’m crying and seriously
considering suicide but in the moment I convince myself I am happy. But yeah, I need to get My War in wax! I need to drop the needle on that. That first side is furious, flippant and
fucking flamboyant fury in the Rollins punk mold. But side 2?!
Side two is slowly owning my worthless soul! It drips sludge and slaps me across the face
long dick style with hypnotic bass shit, noodly screechy guitar crud and awesomely
grating self-hatred rants from ol’ Henry.
I just fucking adore that side but I really listen to the whole album on
repeat throughout my day, only stopping on occasion to cry and drink cartons of
heavy whipping cream.
I remember years ago seeing The Girl with the Dragon
Tattoo on Christmas Day and then going to a casino to gamble away the rest of
my pocket money and eat a healthy dinner of undercooked bloody steak,
undercooked runny eggs, and several whiskeys, dark beers, and a splash of the
cheapest tequila they had. You want sad
motherfuckers?! Look no further than
those populating a casino on Christmas Day. I was overall very disappointed in the film
which looked gorgeous but had little else to offer aside from a decent
atmosphere and a GORGEOUS score by Trent Reznor. I guess that’s enough actually because it is
still one of my favorite of his works and continues to receive regular
rotations in my miserable worthless life!
Still, I was disappointed in ol’
Davey Fincher. But now, just 7 short
years later we have what looks to be a nice soft reboot from sly director Fede
Alvarez. Do I think it will be good? Eh.
Does the trailer get me excited?!
It looks slick enough to my hard earned but I’m more riding on the faith
inspired by the director’s previous work!
And that’s enough for now! I will
say that air suctioned suit at the end looks incredibly sexy and I would love
to be trapped in that with a pair of used pantyhose thrown over my head while a
heavy set Mexican hooker (who was just wearing those pantyhose) stands nearby
and berates me with insults in Spanish and English while also raiding my
kitchen to make herself a delicious omelet with peppers, mushrooms, cheese and sausage
and occasionally relating a dry anecdote about insurance, the DMV or local
politics.
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