waiting on the...with the...and...jackal

Time travel and sexy women and fetish.  I feel so far away right now.  I realize all these disparate elements do not combine to form anything.  The implicate order of things.  am I just a minor character?  I’m considering becoming a vegetarian.  Lots of nostalgia lately. Ah, the days of harris and purgatory.  Purgatori is more like it.  He must search through old cardboard for some colored foil!  That is the main goal of life! 

I would say only one out of every 100 good programmers are good enough to program for the Sega Saturn.

Yes, dreams do come true!  In just a few days it’ll be there hahaha.  Depravity controls all.  Research has pierced all extremes of my sex!  Of course, The Jackal, and that classic huntress and true purple tinged justice.  And the secret sauce, the ultimate ingredient which shares the name of a premiere Columbiana disc.  Oh sweet virtuous patience.  Oh the sweet suffering! 

I’m reading braille again. These feels good and wrong.  I need to go for a late night run here soon.  What lovely shoes.  Please don’t cry.  I so often wish everyone would leave me alone.  Just as the psycho pirate remembers all those worlds that had to die.  I am a king of nothing and offer only meaningless help. 

It was an erotic masterpiece of sin.  And already the reprogramming begins.  Never enough anymore.  Highly positioned, you see.  I’ve got to get away to get away to get away. 

This is me and then all at once this is me with my brains splattered against the wall.  This is me alive and then all at once this is me dead and there is something cosmic and frightening about it all.  Still, can anyone help introducing a camp element into the mix?  Here’s to a lousy life!  No, in this instance I am stabbed in both eyes.  I am crying now.  I was crying and screaming earlier while driving.  Cruise control didn’t work properly.  Is that why I was crying.  I really doubled down on exquisite sin this week.  I need another drink.  And then earlier in the week and so early in the morning I witnessed a bloody red sun of sin rising and I could think of nothing better to do but rejoice and indulge in an embrace that was so terrible and so sweet.  And maybe later on I’ll swallow a bottle of sleeping pills with a glass of wine and everything will be right.  There is a grand and terrifying cosmic game taking place. 

I am pleased that a new Alice in Chains album is coming out tomorrow.  I think I will acquire this album and then listen to it.  Though right now I’m listening to Lana Del Rey.  Still, I cannot forget these auspicious origins along the shoreline with the red devil in tow only now I am providing great assistance and oh yes, on at least ten occasions I wondered why the universe hates me so.  My hands and everything else are ceasing to function.  Please don’t let anyone else be hurt though.  I will hate myself until the end of time.  I watched First Reformed the other day and loved it.  Thanks Paul.  I had to scour 5 stores and search through 9 boxes but I found it. 

All that café and then all that booze really makes me feel bad.  I look down and see I’ve been neglecting a great book and then I feel sad.  I feel sad all the time now.  Seems its just the way I’m meant to feel.  The jackal who isn’t the jackal was present today, glorious as ever.  And was someone happy to see me?  I feel so bad.  Maybe we’ll meet again one day down south and on the coast.  I don’t know anything.  Authorities have not ruled out the possibility of drug use.  Live wires are connected to me everywhere.  I see things in a blue light now.  This bucked has flies swarming around it.  No doubt inside contains that gift I must give.  I’ve been thinking a lot about animals lately and wondering if I can make any sort of change.  I should change my name. 

Sorry, I just gotta take a moment to praise the plastics industry.  America is built on plastics. 

I don’t know which I love more between Jurassic Park 3 and Superman 3.  There are both amongst my most favorite part 3’s.  I’ve watched them multiple times this week.  I will love them always.  Always and never.  Or would I pick Return of the Living Dead 3.  I love that one too. I own them all on blu ray disc. 

Ah, that old Time song 777-9311.  It seems richly appropriate to bring that song up at this point in time.  quite a bassline.  Quite a funky album.  The keyboard is on my lap.  The keyboard is in my lap.  I still need to start with that silver box.  Alas, I will have to wait at least 5 days.  But that’s okay in a sense.  Still, the waiting is the hardest part.  Man, I need the accumulation of paper. 

But he’s also waiting on something else, isn’t he?!  Something that was once seafoam and may be purple when it resurfaces.  And something that was blue and may be black in its rich accompaniment.  I really need to buckle down and just erase it all though that’s completely unrelated to the previous subject. 

I typically don’t get too jazzed about da remakes but I am excited for this new vision of Suspiria!  I loved the filmmaker’s last movie.  Loved.  The trailer has me intrigued.  I’m a physically large fan of the original (and own 9 copies of it).  I also quite like the other two in the trilogy though it seems this new film incorporates elements of those as well which could explain the potentially damning runtime.  I think I’ll watch the original tonight while rubbing butter on my face.

 

I’m going to wash several pairs of pants and then iron them.  Then I need to catch up on something. 

even mil (the homespun creation inside the sole and forced into so many all the while affection and icy one...and...caps?!)

Must investigate Gnosticism.  I’m going to sell my face for secret knowledge! 

I know which Kurt Vonnegut book I’m going to read next but I’m not sure if the next book I read will be by Kurt Vonnegut. 

She did not hear him clearly at first and so later on she asked him if he was sick to which he replied no.

I can’t remember what time I fell asleep last night. 

The comedian angle could work.  I’ve seen it work before. 

And then right alongside the queen was one who still remains nameless; the sin imprinted on the hand.  A perfect duo mayhaps sharing a loving romance while inflicting bountiful torture. 

It is the rabbit out of the hat; something out of nothing.  Oh no, not the rabbit again; I dropped the ball and now I hate myself so much. 

The issue is whether such a creation can ever truly be explained. 

There were pleasantries and an odd nervous energy between them; odd because it was feelings of infatuated elation from one and cautious red flag apprehension by the other. 

Burroughs in paris!  Bowie in Berlin! 

The older I get the more I prefer The Dark Knight Strikes Again to The Dark Knight Returns.  Cocaine comics. 

The new Venom trailer makes me think of the original Ghost Rider movie (classic Nic Cage!).  That’s both a good and bad thing. 

I’m worried about her.

And there on those steps of legality he witnessed the one rarely seen, rougher and bigger, bolder and what was the great brand being sported? 

Couldn't sign off without mentioning the return of wedding iteration (greatness and life fulfilling).  But now the evenness has been disrupted (oh well).

He’s not adding anything new to the pool, merely bitching about everything he sees. 

Across the red mountains an ancient evil is waiting.  Screams echo. 

I couldn’t pull the trigger today over a small box with smaller things in it and all the while I was considering between a short stack of pancakes and something more of the color that attracts the female eye per something read with a question mark motif. 

Stark black and white imagery now of the topside explosion. 

Sex is tearing us apart these days; all the loving ways we subvert our principles.  I so love the lies we tell ourselves just so we can get off. 

I should stick my hand into a big pot of cold spaghetti.

Speaking of which, what shall I have for dinner?  Maybe a hand. 

I think I’ll go to the bookstore later on. 

It’s all about filling in the gaps these days. 

That was the nicest prison cell I’ve ever seen but of course it wasn’t really a prison. 

I wanted to run away with her.

He’s look for a new muse. 

I have a strong urge to purchase a bar of chocolate and then eat it. 

What else have I erased from my history? 

There inside during the interrogative process an answer was nearly missed due to the leaving of another. 

I am halfway through Year Zero and I see the beautiful intent; the anti Year One.  it is a very impressive work so far. 

You know, I’ve tried but I just can’t get into Weezer.  Their music just floats by me with nothing interesting about it. 

I am beginning with Animal Man and soon I will move on the further canonical works. 

I can’t master this new iteration in the way I foolishly thought. 

Too many mind altering chemicals have permanently altered my quests and adventures.  I like have no choice but to put on a flashy outfit and talk to the magical sprite over my shoulder.

Once I was funny and sexy and now I am nothing.  Maybe I’m still a bit weird. 

It’s difficult to rationalize all these alien landscapes I’ve traversed.  I think I’ve lost the plot here. 

What did anyone else see?  What they pen about these experiences?

Would it be wise or unwise to peruse that bumper book of magic?  It sounds cute but dangerous cute?

There as a radio talking to him and he felt very afraid.

The work from hell may still be the very best of his.

The Icy One going on a heavily politicized rant was of course quite exciting.  Alongside that earmarked replacement.    

Have you ever encountered anyone who truly believes in magic? 

Sideshow Collectibles offers a couple different statues I would like to buy if I had excess quantities of cash.  For now I will just lust after them. 

There was someone in his house at night that should not have been there.  the home owner felt very afraid. 

We must all make an effort to spend a bit more time in the fifth dimension. 

Yeah, Venom just does not look good at all but I will still see it. 

It would have been a great idea to kick things off with a massive robotic bear.  Maybe I’ll drink some cheap soda for good measure. 

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Has he lost his hard edge?

I should probably learn more about John Dee or would that perhaps introduce an utterly terrifying element into my life. 

Are we talking about a fascist police state here?

I need to go to the bank later on and take care of something dry. 

I did not realize there’s something of an occult war going on around us between two visionary titans of industry. 

Yes, a new queen has indeed taken that throne.  And then it joyously occurred to me that the dimensions are roughly the same as a rock and roll compass or an invisible killer. 

One is bald and one is very hairy.

He’s slowly investigating more and more into the occult.  This can be a very dangerous path to go down and full of lost and unfortunate folk.

But mayhaps time to look at all those magicians (at the dawn or at sunrise?)

I’ve really contributed nothing to the field of mathematics. 

I’m still keeping my eyeballs peeled for those waxy iterations of achtung baby and zooropa.

I’ve listened to Tony Molina’s new album several times.  I like it. 

Do you understand?