prelude to a agh (second fry, can he resist The Rhapsody in Blue and what of The Jackal and The Mean One in Between!?!)

Ana Gabriel’s music is just so gorgeous.  Sometimes it hurts to listen to it.  I love her live albums.  Yeah, I’m not saying anything new but the Rolling Stones have 4 perfect albums in a row.  Esta Noche by Ana Gabriel is a personal favorite of mine.  As is Esta Noche by Amaral.  No Creo, Donde Estas Corazon and Inevitable get me every time.  And Quiero!  Tears in my eyes.  Shine a Light too!  And A Case of You.  Thank you Lord for the music!  Back to back I love the ablums Achtung Baby and Zooropa. 

I need to get my hands on several thousand dollars and blow it all on statues.  I have a list ready!  Please please let her be okay!  I ate bananas and fried chicken for breakfast.  I should probably pick up Sonya Yoncheva’s Handel album.  I should probably through myself into the river (I’m already making plans for that, hopefully I can stretch that twenty five dollars American into something which yields great results!)  Black pants!  But the consistency remains a mystery.  Gothic.  Not sure why I chose to put that word there.  I need to visit an anti-diner.  I was investigating something in seattle before being reassigned to Buenos aires.  I left behind a sister.  I’m now talking about someone else.  

The mole is simply adorable, it makes it all work, never lose it.  I really need to get my hands on some beige suits and also read and re-read “King” Kirby’s work.  can’t seem to think straight these days, not with all these cameras on me anyway.  Do you have the?  I wish I came from a planet composed entirely of creamed corn. 

Breakfast story

A man woke up at the crack of dawn, the acrid taste of self-loathing thick on his tongue.  His gut hurt due to all the booze he consumed during the previous two days and nights.  He pulled his jeans up over his naked buttocks and got out bed.  He walked to the kitchen and cooked up eggs over easy and put on a pot of black.  Then he sat down and ate his breakfast, wondering what to do with another empty day.

End of Breakfast story 

I have tendency to literally and figuratively shit myself when asking pertinent questions.  Is he having some type of breakdown (as found on part 2 of that double release, the blue cover).  When I said he I know I meant me (or I, another riff there albeit one from the golden age, speaking of that I need to get around to reading  more golden age comic books).  I now I can resist the siren song today.  I know I can do it!  Or can i?  the more I learn I less I want to know.  Does anything really matter anymore?  It would be the jackal today, yes?  I suppose the identity truly is now the jackal. 

I’ll say it again, someone needs to donate about $700 to my statue fund right now.  Then I’ll record myself and everyone will watch me use a Swiss army pocket knife and handle Styrofoam.  Then I’ll probably eat bread. 

Fuck! I already missed out on the bunny rabbit.  I wanted the bunny rabbit so badly I could almost taste it!  I could almost baste it!  But now because of my gross inadequacy all I can do is fucking waste it!!!!  Maybe I can just imagine a world where I can paste it!  If I’d only known earlier I would have chased it!  But now I will never have that bunny rabbit!!  My face is so contorted and distorted now!  I don’t understand what anything means!  I’m going to cry!  I want to cry so badly because it’s all just falling to shit around me!  why didn’t I know about this sooner!?? Why?!  Why did  you leave me!?  now that bunny rabbit will never be mine!!! incredible how ten dollars American can make all the motherfucking difference in the world!!! Oh please someone help me!  Oh God please!!! My stomach hurts so much and my brain is on fire!!! Why can’t I fucking do anything right?!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe I have no choice but to just eat paper.  It’s good roughage.  It add valuable fiber to any well balanced diet.  Need a drink now.  Nothing works anymore.  Someone help me.  hacking up black stuff now.  My hands shake and then go numb.  Lets work!  I wish I was out to lunch with lunch meat.  My plan is so risky I may end up consuming a bowl of delicious sugary cereal.  Or maybe I’ll glide around on rollerskate underwater.  No, I just don’t think it’s a practical idea.  Not without anything beneath us or joyous ice cold air filling our lungs.  Shame.  I hope there may be another chance.  Red moon now but where’s the fall dog?  I’ve never forgotten that my ultimate destiny is to have eight sons all named Richard.  Luckily there’s more than one way to skin a cat, eh?  Pump’s dry as a bone, I won’t be able to get what I want today.  But that’s okay.  But if I try sometimes….

Lemon has me.  it’s a great soundscape.  I can see the crumbling castles falling into the ocean and then I’m inside several absolutely gorgeous churches.  Maybe I’ll take some classes soon and get things back on a good straight line.  Maybe I’ll visit a place with nice architecture soon.  My lady.  Our lady. 

I’m all set to waste the rest of my day!  such is the nature of wisdom.  If I can get just get to Reno by sundown though I know I can turn it all around.  I considered sending a congratulatory missive but should i?  was if the severed foot was in the other shoe?  We all know the answer to that one.  but should that really matter?  Maybe a lovely picnic pinoit is indeed in order.  Sounds positively sumptuous.  I did so enjoy that last sun drenched outing.  What hope do we have?  Quite touching right in the middle there.  native. 

I guess no one leaves me alone anymore but I can’t really understand why.  I’m such a turd.  What did I watch the other day that I liked? oh yea, now I remember!