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.