Friday, July 27, 2018

1100 (really do love that new thing, very inspiring, as is this other thing, different modes + always denier, especially after long hard day, please!)


It is no longer surprising that people are incapable of resolving anything for themselves.  Fucking worthless incompetent sonsabitches!  Ah, I forget about the muse.  The classic one that replete with cubed fried fish and strange dogs.  How could this fucker ramble on for twenty motherfucking pages?! 

Looks like I spoke too soon which is unsurprising given the incorrigible asshole I am.  I actually really enjoy Greta Van Fleet’s double EP thing and I’m looking forward with cat like curiosity to their upcoming debut album.  These are smart young lads who make sunny, blistering rock!  These kids have the stuff! 



I’m listening to teatime dub encounters, right now aren’t i?  always a pleasure to have the iguana invading my hairy and waxy earholes.  Apropos of nothing I must say that Pike looks very sexy in voodoo in my blood.  Speaking of voodoo I’m just barely starting to get bitches brew.  That is truly a difficult and fascinating work.  of course that thing I mentioned before the jazz thing is a very clear riff on that great GREAT 80’s Andrzej Zulawski film Possession, I so love that crazy, sly and natty film.  Earlier Neill too.  Tentacles have me.  Mondo put out a gorgeous special edition blu ray of that on a couple years ago.  It regularly plays at midnight in my posh flat.  Sometimes I….  Now I gotta watch the snowman again.  That’s another movie I loved, giggle.  I see it now that is very Burroughs-esque.  And that is always a good thing for me.  if only I had wings.  Stewardesses and cocaine.  There is a soft pink machine right there on my floor.  The  liquid white nuts are kicking in.  and now there is also the matter of the dark sweaty locale of foreign bitter glass.  This is it. Life fulfilling discussions.  No need to apologize.  I sometimes confuse three with two.  Hahahaha, I laugh about the jungle and monkey sounds.  Maybe times to shove some hot peppers up my ass!  I thought that was Kim Gordon for a second but it turns out I was wrong which makes sense because I’m an idiot.  I really really like this new EP.  Isn’t that great writing?!  Isn’t that brilliant critical analysis!?  My stomach hurts something fierce from all the Nes café (I’m a spy you see) that I’ve been pounding.  Mayhaps a bottle or two of dirt cheap red wine will make my poor tummy feel better?!  Maybe a bucket of fried fuckin’ chicken too!  With. 

G2 is easily the greatest drink known to man.  But it’s badly overrated.  Don’t worry everyone, I’ll be getting my XFL tattoos soon enough.  Then I’ll probably give up on some pipe dreams.  If I win that contest I’m throwing myself into the river, that much I promise!  A couple of the next scores I want to add to my collection are James Horner’s Star Trek III The Search for Spock and Takayuki Hattori’s Godzilla 2000!  Don’t judge me, Joe Brown!  Of course all this trek talk just makes me want to watch Wrath of Khan again.  What a film!  That sequence where the two ships are about to have their first confrontation is EPIC.  From hell’s heart I stab at thee!  References upon references!  Oodles and oodles of o’s! 

Yes, I’m at the end now. This is so inspiring.  And I love the story behind it all, the clandestine meetings in hotel rooms.  It is a portrait of true creativity in motion.  It’s everything as it should be.  I’m probably going to wake up sucking a lemon tomorrow.  I need to get my ass out of the dirt.  I’m sorry that I’ve let everyone down.  yeah, I’m still loving that last NIN release.  It makes a good little buddy to this new thing.  It’s not only The Duke that can be heard in that.  There’s a nice slice of Badalamenti slash Lynch in there. 


Now it’s dark.  Shit yes man, pour the fucking beer!  I was drinking beer earlier.  Fortune smiles.  Lovely smile really.  Please don’t apologize. I love being ripped off. 

I think it’ll be exile later on tonight.    I know less and less…. Why am I doing this. This means absolutely nothing.  I should be making brownies and eating carrots.  It should not be underestimated how much I’ve been drinking lately.  What a rut.  What a butt!  Reminded of the jackal who’s not the jackal, a living manifestation of something already living but only seen through the prism of glass.  How he would love to be her prisoner.  I’m not quite sure if I feel more today than I did yesterday.  Maybe a tiny amount.  Yet I still made largely the same mistakes.  How curious.  Time to just hang myself? 

Grocery store tale

A man went to the local grocery with a carefully written list clasped in his sweaty hand.  He entered the store and said hi to the clerk who knew him by name.  He scoured the aisles until he found every last item on that list.  Then he brought the items to a moderately busy checkout lane and paid for them with plastic.  Afterward he left the store and drove him feeling reasonably satisfied. 

End of Grocery store tale

I metaphorically reached out to help someone today but I’m not really sure why.  But I am pretty sure that my motives were not pure.  Still, I truly hope it all works out for the best.  There are imaginary versions of very familiar people meeting in that park and underneath the stars at this very moment.  I hope they are happy. 

I learned the verse bass line to Slow Burn tonight.  I played it until the skin on my fingers had completely peeled off and then I continued playing with ragged and bloody fingertips!  I do so enjoy the Heathen album.  He’ll be okay.  But I don’t know about me. 

When was the last time i?  I remembered something important in an instant the other day.  it’s too late now, much too late.  That thought occurs to me over and over again as I start to cry.  But of course the phrase too late implies there was ever a possibility.  What a colossal waste of humanity I am.  How I fucking despise myself.  Such an utter failure.  But please let me keep those just a while longer.  Haha chortle, didn’t even realize the precious bookend until now.  So lovely.  Always. 

I’m shitting in the milk again! That one is for you all you continuity buffs out there!  I’m so ugly and awful. Oh wow I hate myself so much!  SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!

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