somewhere around three five past the one but really all (need to address the other thing at a future point, succumbed to hands and feet)

New morning, new day and I’m still the same loser I’ve always been.  Do you remember being told new year, new life?  We’d have to travel back to the original water writings entitled O (1-10) to really understand what that all means.  Thankfully, his hand was forced so there is seemingly no chance of a repeat performance.  Don’t kid though, there is always a chance.  The new and much needed water writing have yet to commence but they are more necessary than ever.  Regardless, I need to get more bad brains on plastic and wax.  I’m falling in love with wax.  Horrifying visions in the early morning.  My own scream terrified me.  dark awful presence right in the corner there.  damned.  Terrifying thought (or is it a realization?) that we are damned.  I love the movie Kings & Queen; what a great film.  I need to watch it again soon.  I have a hard time with a lot of Godard. Or do i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Thankfully, I found BB, what an indelible influence.  Still, the cutups were there for me long before.  They’ve always been there.  gotta be carefull when I play the William Tell games.  The Little Star (the most…but also the most…all commanded through loving strangulation) was returned to me and everything was glorious but just like that I was denied again and my world is now dark and terrible.  I can’t accomplish anything.  I’m self-sabotaging again.  I’m self-medicating again.  Demonic presence from the corner of the room.  Whatever happened to soy bomb is an excellent question.  Wax is still calling to me.  low blows.  Everything works out I suppose.  Written words making their commands.  I still don’t know anything.  My copy of earthling is translucent teal and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Pucks.  Biscuits.  Multicolored pucks and biscuits.  Never a jack fan but I love seeing his wax love and all he’s done for the spirit of wax.  And now I understand the aggressive expression of Edward in regards to spinning and all the colors combined.  Rather you than her.  but no, I’m controlled by all these compulsions.  Still I wait for true justice the jackal and that classic huntress.  All combined in shades of black, purple yellow graph paper black again.  Everything, the previous so amazing and now I just wait for this while I drink black coffee and I can’t concentrate on anything maybe I just need to put on bad brains.  Who am I kidding I need a beer.  The earliest endless column in existence is now on display but alas, I will not be able to view it.  I got to make a phone call to plan for another phone call.  While waiting for little star (the most…but also the most…) maybe I’ll have to attempt some experiments with tape recorders.  Be careful not to doubt the shear/sheer malleability of the written word (HSN videos have me, Ahh…).  Think I’ll go to store.  True to all these explosions (no longer granting me stubs but instead flimsy and useless paper) my fierce and emotionally empty ejaculation was followed by surging hot diarrhea.  He wouldn’t have it any other way.  Such rich sensations.  Such alleviations.  We were all interested in folding and trading tapes back then.  Oh to be alive again during those sweet dulcet times.  I really need to talk about something else shown today but I’ll do that later but dagnabit I’ve gone and broken the even keel I so richly worked for.  Good thing Jim Beam is so damn cheap.

 

Not sure what I’ll read next but I have many good options.  Listening to bad brains now.  Hosiery on my mind as is standard practice around here.  Think I’ll buy a deck of cards later and some black coffee.  How do I get those rich dulcet bass tones found in Jamaican arts?  It’s just Jah calling. Yes, I was granted an epilogue and the epilogue is where I will begin for the initial run of the next set of water writings and it will also represent the first link on the needed symbolic paper chain.  Denim.  Don’t lose.  I see now: CGDG. 

I’m being teased now.  The pink maple would be grand were it not for so much false interpretation.  New talent dripping into the mix in a realer iteration as a new obsession takes hold.  Black on fences.  Smaller than fences but dare not speak of aquatic life.  Feigned interest like all the almost great tricksters of the world.  You have a real chance though as seen at the end of this missive and must not blow things now. 

I’m loving these new songs that Gloria Trevi is putting out.  And this video!  Whoa!  I mean (with a used pair thrown over my head), cue the deep breathing and nearly passing out and the table movements oh!  Oh!  Oh yes!  Ohhhhh!!! 

I recently purchased a copy of Batman: Damned #1.  I specifically purchased the Jim Lee variant not realizing what a hot item it would be.  Such is the nature of wisdom.  With the lights down low I read said comic.  My review would be highly positive.  I was transported back to the days of yore, reading classic Elseworlds tales and great prestige formant miniseries like The Cult or beautiful works of art like Arkham Asylum (A Serious House On A Serious Earth).  Bermejo’s art cast a spell on me and how could I not love appearances by magical folk such Zatanna (swoon.  I keep putting off the statue fund, what the fuck I already lost the bunny) and Deadman.  And that last page. DAMN!  They went there, huh?  I eagerly await the next issue and am pleased this is only a 3 issue miniseries. 

Well, looks like the joke’s on me.  then again isn’t it always.  Yes, truly.  I am the clown at midnight.  Still, this is a tragic and glorious moment and already bred with striking paranoid ramblings and all manner of conspiracy theories.  No doubt it is a chance for salvation.  The questions remain.  Do I still need to write water?  And the paper chains.  Epilogue in the truest sense of the word.  Peanut butter. 

still need the paper chain but doing good so far and don't forget that federation goal

And as she forcibly inserted the ball of her heel into his mouth she berated him in the poetic Brazilian language while all the while he tried very hard not to explosively ejaculate into his rent trousers. 

Watched Suspiria again the other day.  what a zany flick that I love so much (a spanking is the only thing…).  Finally I’ll be able to see the rest of those files starting today.  Turkey will fry.  I was scanning my wax collection and realized there is a downright paucity of krautrock.  In other news, have I acquired all the barefoot matches available to me?!  please say it aint’s so!  No?!  oh, thank goodness.  Thank good gravy!  Speaking of that I was listening to the album Lumpy Gravy the other day.  I’m beginning a Zappa kick.  Holy shitbirds, a new slash old lynch slash badalamenti musical collab is coming out!?  I may have to bake a loaf of fresh bread to celebrate!  Thank goodness!  Thought gang.  You know, I was so skeptical about that collaboration even though the white reggae connection makes sense I listened to so much hot shot and boombastic back in the day I shouldn’t have been so skeptical but man that blue cover album is a real classic with some beautiful bass playing.

She presses her sweaty RHT pantyhose clad feet against my face, the rich aroma the accumulation of a hard honest day’s work.  Perfume of the gods.  The pressure is tremendous and her laugh is cruel.  In that moment she reveals the soles of feet conduct electricity and she begins to electrocute me  with her sweaty RHT pantyhose clad feet, laughing even harder. 

The red wine may have glass shards in it but what the hell I’m drinkin it anyway and such is the nature of wisdom.  I’m just there in the jungle but at least now I know any audio issues were not my fault.  Or something.  That blue wax.  Germs.. rather satisfying.  Soaps, bars of soap, soap shoes do we all remember the days of skaters and neon pink colors ruling all and I never did get around to the dream team. 

Cheetah print.  Leopard print.  Jungle sensitivity and then frustrated communications all resulting in connection with large electrified cable equaling sexy domination.  Scent sensitive. 

Same repetitions or something like that again.  Ball of her feel forcibly inserted in his mouth as he lays on his back.  So much berating spilling from her lovely lipsticked mouth while she stands above him, removes the ball of her heel and then re-inserts her foot toes first into his mouth, laughing all the while. 

Things merging together now.  Oh, how I love giantesses.  Vore fantasies have me.  good fetish vids are so hard to find.  Good help is so hard to find.  I pay top dollar for both.  And now I am small, a very tiny man, and she is a giantess and she is preparing a rich mound of guacamoles and I am a key ingredient.  She rolls me in the avocado (best to around 146 grams which may result in around 234 calories, though that may be for the guac as a whole).  How I long for her to place me inside her new patent leather black high heel shoes and then dip one of her massive aromatic pantyhose clad feet inside the freshly made guacamole and then crush me beneath her sole and inside her shoe and/or actually insert me inside the foot of her RHT pantyhose and keep wedged in between her sole the hosiery and properly squashed inside her shoe all day while engaging in hard day of honest work and then remove her foot from the shoe and step in a big squishy mound of freshly made guacamole and then remove me from the pantyhose, lick off the guac – taunting me all the while with threats that she will consume me – and then toss me gingerly into her mouth and, scrape me along the roof of her mouth with her warm salivating tongue and then crush me between her well brushed teeth. 

Handsmothering, eh?  Will the fetishes never end?  He desperately needs to seek some help. 

They come to help us but still skin us.  Curious.  to neverending ends, the album Low never ceases to inspire.  Cutup methods are fascinating.  Orange.  I’m keeping a similar profile.  Or am i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Such tiny blocks of text.  Deep in my room.  Of course it’s always electric blue and now it makes sense with the broken glass.  Pantyhose clad foot crushing my windpipe.  More derision and derisive laughter. 

And now I think I’m depressed.  I suppose I’m in a rut and my reputation is in the crapper.  That oj simpson miniseries was pretty damn good I said apropos of nothing.  Oh man, did I already say how excited I am for that upcoming release I’m going to get it on compact disc and wax and listen to it while doing something.  I love the third disc of brawlers, bawlers and bastards and now I have the call me…wax to put while I’m alone with candles though I still need to read nova express. 

Maybe I need to buy something.  Buying things makes me feel better.  I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again I really enjoyed the most recent Predator movie.  Real shit franchise though, isn’t it? 

He totally sees the error of his ways.  This is the source of everything.  Why not add another big box of nothing into the mix to pretend for a little while longer? He’s forgetting the true face.  But he had a small moment of reconnection.  And then talked to a dear friend to consider the individual meaning of everything.  And there was tenderness the other night under low light it was low light with candle light and everything felt lovely.  Sliding out of reverse.  That is the ideal.  It felt so good.  Us.  Is that the crucial rewatch?  Every wandering heart.  Coyote.  Gospel. 

battina

Neon Mary was staring right me and I walked through marble halls.  It seemed richly appropriate.  You know, I really love the movie Strange Days (don’t confuse that with the Doors’ second album Strange Days which I also love, possibly my favorite Doors album).  I’ve recently been listening to the soundtrack of that film.  Along with Frank Zappa!  And some other stuff!  Can!  Oh don’t me started on Can and cans (as in can food) and cans (as in volumptuos female asses) again because I love them all!  I’ve been thinking a lot about that movie Things To Do In Denver When You’re Dead lately even though I haven’t watched it in more than a decade and my memory is that it was quite terrible.  I need to shine the meat light.  It should also be said that I’m writing this current missive on several liquid typewriters.  I keep considering Neon Mary and what knowledge is trying to be passed down here.  I love that part with the blood spreading out on the table and the stabs after the baseball bat; always such a charming smile.  My hands and chest hurt.  I read Joan Didion’s Play It As It Lays the other day.  I read it mostly on the floor.  I ordered her White Album book from Ye Olde Conglomerate and a recent electronic missive let me know it arrived.  I shall have to go there and purchase it with plastic money.  I’m out of booze and almost out of Nescafe so I’ll have to use more plastic on that.  I felt horny a while ago but it’s mostly subsided.  Or has it?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  Need to pick up Tamia’s album at some point.  If only we lived during the prohibition era.  If only I lived in Greenwich Village years ago.  I love the bastards disc.  It’s a recent love.  I need to listen while eating Chinese food and then I’ll drink a Mojito and then a Singapore Sling. Ah fuck, I forgot to order that Black Flag album because I’m such a perennial fuckup!  And where the hell can I find a copy of No New York!  Damn you Eno and your innovations!  Everything always goes back to love.  And Berlin.  What was I just thinking about?   It looks like I’ll be waiting forever on True Justice and the Jackal and the Huntress don’t be fooled by all those pronouns though.  Its okay, I’ll wait as long as it takes, longer than forever even.  Did Sean really deserve that Oscar?  I need to see who he was up against!  The Plugz were arguably the first Chicano punk band.  Hot damn, I need to get that Criterion blu ray of Repo Man amongst other stuff!  Tree. 

How many times will I watch The Vampire and the Ballerina!?  Who knows?!  But I love it.  It’s inspired so much.  Been reading about tickets lately.  One day maybe we’ll be ingested by massive clams whose ingestion process is a deeply sexual experience for us.  These alien creatures.  Need to follow up on all that jazz (not the song though a certain iteration was a big help in my adolescence) and the correspondence to ogre. 

Too much about the pants of the vicar closing.  All these words I need to use while I’m disappearing into painting after painting.  I’ve been listening to a lot of Pantera lately.  They have a particularly angular style of metal which I find quite pleasing to my sensibilities.  You know what?  I really like that album Far Beyond Drive.  Proabably even more than Vulgar Display of Power!  And I’m still jammin’ to Body Count’s last album.  Need to reread that Bukowski book and I’m looking forward to that book on Can while we’re all slouching toward Bethlehem (have a white text to assist me in this and then later I’ll be crying while looking at a voluptuous stripper; gull catchers have me, need to reread about the fourth or fifth dimension and all comes down to those painters and predictions that were lies and came true anyway and where again was that point – how many points? Three or four? – wherein the most black magic and witchcraft lies?  Maybe it’s best not to know).  You know what?  I’ve also been listening to And Justice For All lately! Probs my favorite Metallica album.  Curious about remaster?  Drank a lot of coffee to promote excrement evacuation.  And James Chance and the Contortions!  No Wave feels so good.  Great sax, vox and great great bass playing by the late George Scott III on Buy.  Need to find out more about him and learn em all.  Need to get Binaural on wax.  I love it on wax.  I love to cover myself in wax.  Yes, The Vampire and the Ballerina is such a sexy movie. And La Nave de Los Monstruos.  So unbelievably sexy.  Venusians have me.  hosiery. 

Yeah, need to watch Suspiria again while reading about tickets.  Go to Vertigo and then Suspiria.  And of course there is always more dick awaiting me.  I love luchadoras.  I fall in love with so many of them on a daily basis.  I watched The Predator the other day and really liked it.  It was Munn’s best work. 

“The proposed regulations have a very clear goal, which is to terminate a longstanding federal consent decree — known as the Flores Settlement Agreement — that sets nationwide standards concerning “the detention, release, and treatment of minors” in immigration custody. “

Is Argento really upset by the new iteration?  Don’t be so…I don’t know.  I lost my train of thought again.  I really like Inferno too, maybe more than mother of sighs.  The rats are eating me alive!  Often, the memory of something interests me more than the actual moment.  Piano keys or something now, beautiful.  That lead guy looks pretty rough though.  Head. 

Leave it to Mariah to explosively save me when I was experiencing an especially blue moment.  Many thanks. 

oneonesevenseven(good thing i bought a bag;pigs, better, system out)

I’m listening to Can while I write this.  Prime Can.  The album has a green cover.  I love cans.  I eat a lot of canned food.  I also love looking at her can.  There are eggs boiling on the oven.  It’s a crying shame I ran out of whiskey last night otherwise I’d be enjoying a good stiff drink with my boiled breakfast.  And the tears of the victim are closing!  Rataplan rataplan!  If only I were constructed of anything.  I meant to say nothing, how curious.  can I do that?  Can I just explode and suddenly remake my – all at once it occurs to me that there’s not nearly enough vitamin C in my diet! – self with different matter entirely?  What the hell is he even saying?  I think I got into Can around the time I got into Neu!  Prime Neu!  I recall asking a co-worker if she were a big Neu! fan to which she cheekily replied, “The biggest!”  oh how we laughed!  It makes sense how Frank could and would and did consider himself a Dadaist.  Or have I overstepped my reach there?  I woke thinking about pantyhose and now they are still very much on my mind albeit in several different combinations. And all this before I’ve even had my green tea!  Rataplan! Rataplan!  

Hahaha, I just ran through my posh flat screaming “mysticism!  Alchemy!  Vitamin C!”  It was arguably the most thrilling experience of my worthless fucking life.  There’s a card in  my pocket and now it’s not in my pocket.  Quite a lovely illustration.  I need to read.  I’d love to go somewhere midday for a drink and just read my stupid ass off.  I was desperately search for a big dark iteration of the weirdness which I’ve always found to be highly underrated.  I can’t find it but I know I referenced a decade or more ago in some long lost correspondence with a former future president who instead turned to, yes, alchemy!  But as always, there are grammatical alliterations to tend with and I was just having a contorting face attack right there in my seat while stale water and the muse crocodile laughed at my rich perennial misfortunes.  Would now be a good time to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?!  I do so love the sound of water.  Babbling brook!  Very soon the time may finally be at hand for me to write water!  Could Flick of the Switch be AC DC’s greatest album?!  Either that or Fly on the Wall!  I want a whole tour where nothing but those songs are played. 

I lost my shit there for awhile but I was thankfully able to recover it.  It was hiding in the plastic bowels of an immaculate collection (need it wax once I got the scratch!) I’ll think I’ll head to cinema tonight!  I’d like to watch something perfect or something Catholic!  I need to take a minute, just break down now and go for it.  And as I was alluding to earlier, atm’s and Mexican guys and a deep ethereal voice cuts through the foggy crap and floats above a lovely anachronistic cacophony.  Ege Bamyasi is really good. Thank goodness I’ve been reading Grant’s work, endless inspiration and opening up new avenues for exploration.  I woke up with the middle on fire and with a strong desire to be berated.  I love the exercise outfit Maria Conchita Alonso uses in the otherwise piece of shit film The Running Man (need to catch up on my Bachman reading, I know, I know, I did really like Roadwork as I alluded to somewhere before and/or after).  How I would love for her to use my face as her personal footrest after a long hard workout session, how I long for her to smash my ugly mug with her luscious aromatic sweaty hosiery clad soles, all the wall berating me in English and Spanish! 

I was deeply moved by Julie Brown’s performance in Shakes the Clown, so much so that I’m considering purchasing a remastered copy of the album she cut in the 80’s!  there’s that gorgeous running water again!  Maybe I won’t fuck things up this  time!  would duff’s iteration be any good?  That’s all I can really say, I’m a human being.  Need norm’s prime and I keep confusing adolescents with descendants because I have one but not the other but I really need the other.  As absurdist decadence seeps into the frothing sandwich that has become my life I’ve know choice but the paint the town in sheepish blue and laugh like a baboon at all this unhatched tapestry laden potential. 

seven (but before five and six and now titular inaccurate).  

This is all too structured.  And that’s when I realize that I’m only a theoretical blogger and how surprising it was to learn that Eno was behind it all but in a sense I should have known.  And again, my groin is deeply throbbing with used fishnet desire.  There may be ascension and there may be jerks in my future and.  I need to track down a first printing of Thomas De Quincey ‘s classic Confessions of an English Opium-Eater!  Maybe one of my loyal followers has an extra lying around in their hope chest that they’d be willing to part with!?  The sugar gods have us all in a grand sense and I was only all to thankful that my liquid television did not try to eat my last night (ala a one five model) as I thrilled to an old fashioned imaginary literal foot and ass kissing.  Did I mention I need to buy some books on alchemy?  In a fashionable sense it all comes down to Sickert and the ripper crimes.  I think very soon a painting may try and eat me but that’s not quite right.  A painting has the answers.  Or there is something scary in the painting, something captured that deeply frightens me and I feel a strong and awful presence coming from the corner of the room.  I really liked Tamia’s last album, extolling the sensual virtues of commitment and fidelity and I look forward to her new album tomorrow. 

I need to buy something that has peaches.  I wish I had a future.  Anywhere.  Gotta keep reminding myself about the plaster fund and plastic archives!  I need that or something.  Gallons of steak sauce.  Oh hell, I don’t even know anymore.  He can’t obsessing about her can.  It all comes back to cans.  It begins where it ends.  Maybe tago mago next just keep the dream alive or shit.  I love that black flag album my war.  Top shelf shit!  Just fucking love it.  Love the cover too.  I was listening to that album outside a sushi shop, being angry and staring at a voluptuous woman’s can as she shimmied and jiggled around and bought take out sushi.  I wonder if that Lou Ferrigno movie Instant Death is any good?  Only twenty ways to find out!  I liked Marilyn Loor’s new music vid too.  I need more Herzog stuff.  Good thing I bought a bag. 

tenten(eleven)

I’m listening to Michael Chiklis’s album Influence while I write this.  In many ways it has served as the soundtrack to my life. Certain agnostic mystics are conspiring against me as we speak.  For years, they’ve been gathering information and disseminating a lot of bad intelligence.  Hahaha, I only just now noticed that message from long ago, trying to understand.  It’s because you made a damn joke about it.  That’s why I had to cut it all out.  It never meant a damn thing anyway.  And Weezer’s red album!  I don’t need any other music for the rest of my life other than Chiklis’s Influence and Weezer’s red album! 

We all head back to the same wells for inspiration, don’t we?  I have no idea if I’m the same person as before. Things are cast in black and white when I remember them.  There’s a bit of sexual innuendo.  I know we discussed this and in doing so the stars turned to grief.  Inside there was the briefest moment of purity.  It hurts to remember things so I mostly try to block it all out though with a few drinks a nice hazy recollection is acceptable.  Of course I’m also waiting on the American release of Everybody Knows which looks excellent.  All my lines are canned, even when I’m sporting electric pink hair.  Plastic is going to win out today.  I need.  Say, that bass part in No Friends reminds me of the main riff thing in Rearviewmirror.  I recently had the pleasure of latter liveliness.  Twas grand.  I still need to wrap my greasy fingers around plastic man archives.  All this café really eats me up, twisting inside me like bad oysters. 

Robert James Lees made it all up but it all came true anyways.  How funny.  I can’t seem to simply state anything anymore.  Are the roots tied down in Gnosticism?  And on an unrelated note, would I be committing sin to take that terrifying voyage with the damned?  Those adolescents hate children and all set against a lovely blue backdrop (coincidently electric blue is the color of my room where I will live).  Oh God but my stomach, head, elbows and forearms really hurt and I can’t seem to do anything anymore.  I’m not really sure to whom the end of this whole thing is dedicated. 

I was retracing your steps.  Years prior I was retracing the steps of another with (half) the same name.  I didn’t clearly realize it until just the other day though.  It’s perfect in so many ways.  Of course I was not allowed entry.  And now my vision is growing dim.  There was a cripple with a dog on the stairs as I approached and they were not happy about the impromptu photo session.  I spin the ring just as I realize there are way too many lights on in my posh flat.  Were they fighting some kind of deity?  What if none of our stories have meaning?  I need to take some pills or something.  I drove on the road and was looking for an opportunity to see the unseeable thing that does not actually exist.  All on tape.  and sleep is often the great escape.  Saxophones leading the way to a comforting no wave destination.  What’s a brother gotta do to get paid around these parts?!  Fuck!  Of course, I was only offered my first job because I had that new pair of shoes!  The spirit of punk is such a lovely thing.  Its so great to read. 

Of a couple new trailers…I am interested to watch that third season of True Detective.  I liked year 1.  Never saw year 2.  But maybe I will soon.  We’re all subject to the black hole. I hope your life does not end in a black mass.  I enjoyed the new Halloween trailer.  I am not as excited for that flick as I am of the Suspiria remake but I will certainly be there day 1.  You  know, I do like the Rob Zombie movies.  I would still say Lords of Salem is Zombie’s artistic triumph though and I would love to see him make another film of that caliber. 

Now At Eternity’s Gate. That felt love and necessary right now.  Of course I’m a big fan of Schnabel’s Basquiat.  And those three lead actors in one film make me squeal with girlish glee.  You know I’ve seen Starry Night in person.  it had its very own guard.  I don’t warrant a guard though.  Neither do most people.  But yes, this is amongst my most anticipated.  Oh, and Roma too!  I dare not forget that one though it is sneaking up on me! 

I was listening to Marble Index again yesterday and all seemed right.  Then I bought a book.  I’m going to read that book at some point when there isn’t so much brass in my eyes.  I’ve been a good boy so far though!  That paperchain would be growing nicely if I had the necessary paper.  Mayhaps soon or whatever.  I just gotta stay the course.  But of course I’ll stay the course despite the simultaneous fear of and deep giddy desire for utter humiliation.  Apropos of nothing I’m sure I’ll watch the new year of Ingobernable I say to no one in my posh flat.  I’m gonna go to two banks.  I need to acquire a few more Brian Eno albums.  And pastels.  Noodles for dinner and noodles for lunch and noodles for dinner again.  I think I liked something at some point.  My hands hurt.  I’m nothing.  There is nothing.  I can’t really think of anything about anyone.  We’re all smiles through the glass.  I think those happy memories are fictitious. 

Cause nothing really matters. 

And the crocodile keeps staring at me.  and there’s empty sexual experience vying for attention right now. 

She crossed her eyes and he explosively ejaculated into his rent trousers. 

I’m doing it to myself, that’s the key thing to remember.  For want of the sun coming out I owe considerably.  I miss you dreadfully. 

masterful, three twenty seven but really the whole thing, started a new...patrol

All of a sudden my head turned into a mini sun that was able to shoot even smaller suns out of it.  Al the name of confronting a liar and an honest man (two separate entities mind you).  I do so love the Lodger album, love the whole Berlin trilogy in fact.  It continues to inspire.  The speaker was an angel.  I really like that Elvis Costello album Imperial Bedrooms as well!  Blueberry eyes.  Franz.  Dear God let this not be another glorious delusion.  I recently stood before a great wall of black and white.  I am so little of anything at the moment.  And all this sweat and seminal fluid. Tsk tsk, so much mayonnaise.  Can’t wait for the first ten minutes of this Wednesday’s Lucha Underground.  I made a vow my mother would be found!  Will these tax problems never end?  Need to listen to television more often, I’ve definitely been neglecting television.  I was listening to Only Built 4 Cuban Linx again the other day while feeling bad.  Then I drank some ice water.  All this global warming is really affecting the glaciers of ice.  I need very soon to start that paper chain and start writing about water [death bags and what not, that of course was at the same time of hog (with the double g mind you), ironing out the creases and more water imagery with drops but one thing I thought would stand the test of time was actually a reverse proposition while another predated dada and no wave and kraut fascinations].  I’m constantly reminded how important hosiery is in my utterly worthless life.  I need to drink more energy drinks.  Need to listen to that first Gravediggaz album.  And then that Zappa solo thing.  Damn, my neck hurst something fierce right now.  Too much masturbation today?  Headscissors glory.  Brazilian domination.  Things stuffed in my mouth.  I don’t fucking like to go outside, okay?  Speaking of all that, I haven’t forgotten about the statue fund (not quite related to the reptile fund though I think with witchcraft on our side we can get anything we damn well please).  I lost out on the rabbit, that much is damn sure but I wonder if I still have a small chance and the subdivision.  Will I understand what I meant by that last word a year from now?  The Cuban Linx sequel is also great.  here we go, eh?  I remain as intrigued as other and disgruntled that my words mean nothing.  I gotta watch some kung fu movies here pretty soon.  And don’t forget about that tremendous pug eating a tortilla!  Too cute.  That insane record from ODB needs more attention from me as well.  Don’t really know what to say about anything.  I’m un unreliable narrator of my own life.  I adore horribly off key singing.  Weird nutty shit.  Avant.  Gotta eat some tacos here in a bit.  Need to order some sauce.  Oh my gosh, the Tree of Life Criterion blu ray comes out next week!  I’m not fucking ready !  I’m not fucking ready!  Do you remember when you showed up with Red in my car?  Or was it your car?  Those were the days!  I miss those days.  Jeez, it’s been more than a decade!  Though it was originally rejected partly.  Is this correct?  How has it lasted in our collective conscious?  I’m getting hungry again.  Fuck that so called language barrier.  Quit being such a close minded idiot!  I’m ordering that book on how to listen to jazz!  Of course, Europa was in the thoughts again.  Something something about philosophers and inventing a new world which began to encroach on our own.  I like those short little snippets first in orange and then in stark black and white but no, the orange is really the snippiest.  I can feel the scissors encroaching on everything.  I bought a bag the other day.  that bag saved my life in the metaphorical sense.  Perhaps we’ll meet somewhere later on with water and seafood.  Maybe the sun will be rising or setting on things.  no, you can’t think these way. Swordfish, eh.  I’ve never heard that scarlett tribute.  

Maybe I never will.  Could it be that the entirety of leadership all boils down to a vanity project?  Fuck if I know! He said.  could memetic theory be taking place before our eyes and earholes right now?  Recently in the confessional booth.  Looking down on me.  perhaps he thought she was too beautiful.  Covered in blue and lights around her head.  Looking down but in mercy.  Everything carved from wood and I don’t understand anything anymore because I am so sad.  Please don’t get too confused.  The idea is everything and it’s infecting all of us.  True grace carved into the wood.  No, be very careful of what you say.  You are so close to beauty or sin.  Or maybe and/or.  Is there an implicate universe?  I don’t what I’m saying anymore.  This place is one giant head.  I sure use a deck of oblique strategies cards.  Someone throw some coins at my feet and I’ll return to the digital age at once to make that dream come alive!  And yet at the end of the day I still have to hang onto just a bit of Spanish yellow.  If I let it all go that would be a sense shattering mistake.  It’s happening right or actually just a few hours from now and I  will not be present but that is okay or is it?  Yes, he has likely made his peace but please oh please let there be another chance at some point in the future.  Please don’t let this end here. That shade of pink on the second one.  this was everything.  And yet he was blessed with the epilogue before the onset of the construction of the paper chain and the water writings (second edition of course, can’t forget about the letter O or all the implicit universes therein).  number.