I awoke with a desperate desire for a tall glass of
lemonade. Then I realized I was going to
consume salmon breakfast. Then he
realized he was developing an inappropriate fixation on one who slays. Up there in the frigid where oil is in great abundance. I paid some bills today. Is there anything more satisfying than paying
bills? My sounds of summer are shaping
up nicely just as my obsessions begin to take hold and make concentrated and
highly coordinated moves to destroy me. I’m
one step closer! Not to knowing
though. I watched the movie Sex, Lies
and Videotape last night. I’ve seen it
many times before. You know, I really
like that movie. I’m something of a
Soderbergh junkie though so my opinion might not be the most objective. Or perhaps it’s actually the most objective
of all. I need to purchase Unsane. I need to drink more coffee. I watched part of a Lovecraft documentary
yesterday but the heat was getting to me.
I hope to continue today in between feedings. I hope feedings go well. Whoa whoa, let’s not get too personal. I need that third iteration. Won’t bow.
But what for the accompaniment? There’s
so much to consider. I can already tell
this is something of an ashcan. A number
zero. The heart of filler. Didn’t realize that was ol’ Dave on guitar in
Burning Bright (a current personal fave).
Now I can hear it though. Or can
i? the more I learn the less I want to
know. I sometimes think I’m losing my
fear but in the dark I know better. Always
nice seeing you. the professionalism takes hold. Niceties always to a point. Yamila, I swear. Painting with electronics, great swaths of
digital color. This is what is necessary
at the moment. I was wrapped up in tape
(the type of cassettes) when realizing that everything bleeds. I think he can scrape together five dollars
American for that one with the t-shirt. Not
really a t-shirt though, something else.
Man, really listening to and loving How to Destroy Angels again. Really takes me back to the good ol’
days. Did ever such a thing exist?! The mems associations though. Connections that maybe were tenuous for years
and now simply do not exist. The doll of
gold lost the cover. What the botch (not
quite really, just a code for future references) revealed was rather sweet so
in the end maybe victory is the final determination. Ah, the thing I said before talking about
gold dolls…I didn’t even realize…the shortness structurally speaking, the
brevity, the in and out. Maybe that is
the reason for the renewed feels slash interest slash enjoyment. That initial iteration was of course ep
format and now that concluding spate of three eps which is of course more than
a little peripherally related. but lined
with fur now. Enjoyment as I still
believe. But back on track and speaking
of more than peripheral relations…gold doll now without cover but sweeter…with
the more than peripheral relation in that case recover and reenter? I honestly have no idear. Feels somewhat odd now to revisit the beloved
corner technique. Maybe with time
though. Time, patience, the right
berries.
Haha, of course in can be truly said that in the
classical canonical works of my misspent youth a box of rice was the driver of
my well-oiled automobile. I think an
athletic man accused of a sex crime would understand. She’s trapped between two realms but still
able to catch fish so all is essentially well.
Ice was very much in style again. Strong shoulder line of pastel peaches. Silence is such a compelling word. And now the three are complete and reanalysis
can begin. But yes, the shoulder line
with just a dash of strangulation. And a
bit of double barreled soft suffocation.
Then plant nice big juicy ones. All
made of ice. Perhaps this will prove to
be more cost effective for the immediate future. Never realized the less than equation was
quite so explosive in the second iteration; a little mixup of the verbiage
maybe. Speak on that because the time is
very soon now that there is someone so faithful who regulates the excessive syntax
of the inner corridors of sticky brain matter.
Yours to be precise though I suppose that all depends on if one is
seeking definition with the mouth or with the eyes. He begged for strangulation and then he
begged for mercy and was met with a beautiful and icy smile. And thousands of words that could never truly
be deciphered. He scattered like
hecticness to get things done and in the end wondered if it was all for (get
me) not. Suppose it doesn’t really
matter either way after there was the old substitute before and then the ice
just one day afterward so he’s no real right to complain. All bedecked so specifically. Seventy denier is quite the thing and must
provide much fake usage in the perhaps and perhaps not immediate future. I watched the movie Amistad back when I was a
youngster. I think I’m going to begin
with something that I did not quite understand.
Knife in my head. Things will end
in very dramatic and ill-advised sex. And
soon maybe there will be something held that has a light purple border and
vermin. Be curious about any allusions
to Fellini. Maybe it’s time I try a
little meditation and then I can unleash my fishing reel. I should have had that first cup of coffee. There were some strange autopsies goig on the
arctic. Who knows how effective the
cleanse has been? The answer will be
clear soon enough. Love orange hue in the
digital representation. Thinking back
now on words of encouragement spoken right into the ear from a plastic
electronic source. And then subsequent
judiciously placed mockery. And the
cloth synchronization. One line running
up and down. and everyone becomes the
same. Everything looking great is there
too. I really do love low. I can now understand and justify all the fervor
going on in (no, regarding) the background.
It will be perfect while I drive through rich summer hail. Similar to yesterday and so deep inside the
obsession (of fire) but now representing the most classically applied two
diverging shades for boys and girls along with all the colors combined on
top. And likely approaching the wonder
of the application of seventy which I alluded to earlier. My mouth is full of soot now as the clock winds down. ¾ (of?).
combine with the clock and earlier WORLD fervor.
I can’t tell if I’m dreaming anymore either.
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