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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