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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