Do you remember when you confronted me during the
Great Depression? Ah, those were the
days. I have not yet begun writing in
pure liquidity but he was able to resist slipping into the blue today and that
is a victory. I’m not speaking of
electric blue of course which is and shall always be the color of my room
(where I will live). There are several
different blues floating around. I am
starting to say goodbye to blue Monday in this very moment. It is the first of its kind for me. what I fool I’ve been.
It was in the middle of waffles when he realized he
is deeply obsessed with the image of her crossing her eyes. Lots of hairs. Purple monster. Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!
Need to get my hands on Captain Britain. So I am 3
volumes into the 10 volumes of Scott Snyder’s run on Batman and it is great
stuff. I declare Death of the Family to
be a classic Joker story. And I really
dig Greg Capullo’s artwork! I dig
it! Love this stuff! Love it!
I need to get my hands on Jerusalem. I’m so illiterate. I’m so ignorant. You already know! I remember back in the day when I spilled
fruit punch all over everything! Twenty
dollars down the drain! Get the hell out
of my face! Firsts! Page long introduction. I turned yellow and then I was a bunny with robotic
appendages (not the bunny again, so much failure and so little time, THAT is my
story) and I began things with a zero or something and I was using the word
palooka and I had red dreadlocks at one point and cried because I spilled fruit
punch over everything. He tried to blame
me!
I love how Batman #5 plays with the actual physical
format. I have a fondness for works
which play with (utilize) the medium itself.
Big fan of Morrison’s work as well.
I just happened upon one of the greatest ideas I’ve
ever heard in the history of my miserable life.
Just as the red devil unleashed full splendid force during the previous
night. I’ve just come to check the meter
though, I have to remember that.
The red crab migration has you. And each individual hair stands out he noticed,
apropos of nothing. I’m talking about
Flex of course.
I’ve loved Brian Bolland’s Animal Man covers since
an early age. And his Wonder Woman
covers. And his Batman covers. And his interiors. I love all Brian Bolland’s work. Though I am in strong disagreement with him
on his disapproval of the initial coloring job on The Killing Joke. I do like
his recolored version too. BUT I vastly prefer the original and I think it adds
a great deal of atmosphere to the story.
Animal Man! Yes! That’s the real
British Invasion! Fuck it, I love the
punk rock stuff too! Fuck! Gotta love those Brits! They really know their shit!
At the exact halfway point in the non
narrative. I’m sitting in a messy
room. I hear a dog barking but the dog
only exists in the past and only in waves.
Everything comes down to waves. Someone
is painting me with a brush right now, ignore the dead wolf on the side of the
road. I really am nothing. Dirt digging down. feeling dizzy lately. That probably isn’t a good sign. but now i know the proper time to arrive; bleach, not quite, so obvious, bountiful and wonderful.
The day the world turned day glo, I was not
familiar with this phenomenon before today.
Are the trades spinning today to paint a kinder picture? Maybe.
Though I am in a state of great anticipation. Big bang could create a big new obsession and
that sly relates to the greatest idea I’ve heard which was mentioned
earlier. That’s right, I’ve upgraded my
assessment of that idea to the coveted spot of the greatest idea I’ve ever
heard in my miserable life. Decimation is
the key. A very specific brand of
decimation.
The search for enlightenment. Silver spheres entering my room now. The one earmarked as a replacement. So many all vying. Put those up for a
rest. Sharing affection while torture
underneath. Yes, that cross-eyed stare
exerts a very potent form of mind control.
Is it time to properly engage with psychotropics?
If I only I could have been around when animal man
was first hitting. And all that other
great stuff. If only I’d been there when
there was a serious house being constructed on a serious earth. And yet he was very present during a very
lovely time. all while he (another he)
was going somewhere he has never been before.
Away. Jones knew the secrets
then. Ah, Jones. It all adds up. And very soon will be a full two decades on
from the true start, the brilliant revival.
The love. I’m just going to walk
in and take it. Summer time with the fruit
and transformative clay.
Bolland is British!
I’m such an idiot!
Ah the honor that is unleashed on Wednesdays. I should have known. And there is also a knighting taking
place. No, not knighting, a nighting. I think I’ll understand. Elise is not the right name either. Feeling dizzy now, always a pleasure.
I didn’t have the presence of mind twenty eight odd
years ago to make the necessary purchase.
Would I have the guts to connect myself to a car battery and freely give
my own feces as transcendental gifts? The
original inclination for transvestitism was the right approach. Still, I ultimately understand the contrarian
arguments and decisions. Later on the
inclination for full frontal nudity was also the right approach. Still, I ultimately understand the contrarian
arguments and decisions.
These new (but based on longstanding) obsessions are
taking hold. Trapped in the corner. Lovingly trapped. That is where everything ends. The final sight. Three easy payments and it could potentially
work. eager now, paperwork is the
missing link between man and bird! No,
it is the means for a blatant and loving propagation of sin!
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