She asked if he was okay. It happened twice but spaced apart. Literature about vampires.
Still working through Lucinda’s discography and it
is a lovely venture.
The other day I was talking to someone about turning
a year older. No, I wasn’t. the 3121.
He was though, someone else. I love
that smile that looks like a disapproving frown. So damn sexy! It makes sense now. Char the meat! I broke my journalistic code and someone
frowned upon it!
There was a black and white man with a horse head
playing an accordion. I have strong
feelings for Nia Jax.
I was utterly devastated to learn of the child’s
play reboot. I have been loving the
recent slate of films – the last two have probably been the strongest in the
entire damn series. Maybe it’s time I finally
just end it all.
Circle of the Noose should have been released. It is better than many of the songs on the
album (and I consider myself a fan of that album).
With another drink I’ll be able to push
through. Ventrass was correct, eh? Did I get the spelling on that right? A forest
of crystal.
Ugh, listened to Greta Van Fleet. Most definitely not my thing. Damn. They
give good face though. give credit where
credit’s due.
I went back and what was lavender was now a powder
blue and what was up was now down. It
served the same thing though. The
beam? I’ll give you five dollars for
those bad boys. Those puppies. That would
be following the fiscal advice of a friend.
Estrellita, I’m in love with her. Marcela too.
And Reina Isis. And the extreme
violent queen Saikda. And several
others. I can no longer hide my true
feelings.
Existential crisis?
My life is meaningless.
You know I don’t like the band Queen at all but I really
quite like John Carpenter’s Lost Themes albums.
Lot of free form that was inspired. Deep blue jeans he will always remember. Walks around the palace of justice. Hiding in the corner there next to the
gangsters. Be careful of the park at
night. But staring up at the stars. Envious.
Where did I put my glass of cheap white wine?
My book is ready for pickup. Always good to have more Dick.
The thought of (my) brains splattering is always
comforting.
The pink brassiere is always a nice touch. An associate advised me to begin with five
dollars American but somehow that does not seem like enough.
Mixed messages. Literally. Yet, one has to take into account the possibility
that there are no accidents. How unusual
that we need sleep.
I’m trying to fill in the gaps on the Steve King
books I’ve not read and as such have recently started Firestarter. It has a real Cronenberg feel to it so
far. Old old school Cronenberg. And that’s always a good thing. Though I love Cronenberg through all the
ages!
Big sexy. Return. Salt.
I have a
crush on Tatiana. I can’t hide it or
deny it any longer. Its more than a crush.
It’s a deeply unhealthy and crippling obsession. I just think’s she’s so cute. More than cute. I think she’s damn gorgeous! And damn sexy! Just an all around beautiful woman!
Fucking people who can’t solve a motherfucking thing
on their own!! Oh how I despise the human race. Quite right that homosapiens
have outgrown their use.
Yeah I was watching on the day she died. I absolutely love that part. Oh laura.
Jealous of (not quite the right term but I will get
it) a far too lovely (the loveliest?) visitor who does not give a damn for me
(rightfully so). Imaginary musings over café. I’m as lost as ever. Recalling a handshake that turned into a
hug. This was everything. And nothing like it since. The pronunciation of the word torture. Those dogs always look weird to me. confession over a last meal. Odd chance encounter in the presence of
someone now gone. Forgive me. and now I am the same as you were then.
I like that new Mala Rodriguez song. Gitanas.
Real cool song. I also love that
she wears hosiery in concerts. Why hide my true feelings!? No one cares what I think!! Nobody loves
me. woe is me. but yeah, the hosiery. Always a great thing for me.
Fire Walk With Me is still my favorite things of the
entire mythology.
Lovesexy is a deeply inspiring work. As are many works surrounding that work. my eyes feel so heavy right now.
Did I mention I love that one Tamia album?! Her last album (but not her last album, know
what I mean?!). the one that has Sandwich and a Soda on it! that’s a great hot song! I really like her new song too but I think I mentioned
that! I’m looking forward to the new album!
Could my fave be making a Netflix movie?! I’ll need to buy some coffee. I hope so.
Though many many Netflix productions seem to be utter shit. Except Gerald’s Game! I love that one! Dug the book too! Good ol’ Stephan!
So many fetishes at play. Your honor.
I am a slave to fetishes. Wouldn’t
have it any other way. I’m in danger of
suffocating though. must be careful of
the number of denier.
I’d like to watch more baseball soon! Gotta make the time! and buy more odd future records! Gotta make the dime! And I’d like to feel
more physically unclean! Gotta make the
grime!
Know you have not settled. How perfect.
That is everything. I am
nothing.
Idiot fucking hunters. Always disheartening to be
reminded that just about everyone on the cinder is a miserable fucking
idiot.
I actually think Eat Me Drink Me might be their
worst. I had it pegged as second worst
before but mayhaps I was a smidge too kind.
Need to listen more to Cherry Bomb, it’s a totally different
artist. I love the ugly filthy painful
production of that disc. Fucking white
noise in my waxy earholeS!
Fucking incompetent sonsabitches. I’m constantly surrounded by idiots. Tis my curse I suppose. For that was patrol. This is the war.
My stomach hurts now. Too much coffee or booze or
both.
But man how I just love Mark Rothko’s
paintings! And Yves Klein’s! So deeply inspirational!
I ate several hoagies a week or two ago. They were delicious. What can I say?! I just love having meat in my mouth.
Fuckin’ nonsense, he said and then I couldn’t stop
laughing. Like winter in july! Pete, hey Pete!
In deep voice: every time I look at you I eat shit.
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