Monday, September 3, 2018

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. 

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