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Hashtag domination is a lovely thing.  Nobody’s paying attention to a fucking thing these days. 

Man, I am loving this new remaster slash remix of the Never Let Me Down album!  Overall quite a fascinating period in his career.  From a very different artist I also really like the album Shadows Collide With People.  How many roses, I gotta go around asking that as soon as I figure out how to function as someone besides who I are.  damn, but I am really not a good looking guy!  Still, looks aren’t everything!  No, they’re the only thing!  Fuck, who fucking said that?!  It now has future and past elements from Outside though I just relate everything to Outside.  It’s funny how secrets travel.  The highway again.  I’ve been slave to flesh recently though I’ve also been drinking in excess recently!  Still, the work is going well.  It’s always the work. ah, Reeves’ involvement makes perfect sense.  It is such a beautiful feeling this gift has provided, thank You so much.  Its complete revisionism.  It’s completely adding a new context or something to something else.  It’s repositioning every odd inflection.  It’s fucking audacious and fucking brilliance and drawing out the brilliance which was always present.  It’s surgery in reverse and I may have to reconsider everything I’ve ever written and said about steaming feline intestines. 

She grabbed my head and slammed it against the door and I was deeply turned on.  I’ve been thinking a lot lately about submitting to loving authority and all the glories therein.  I spent the better part of my morning listening to Polish night music and reading about nausea.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  I will always lament the retiring of that Brazilian female body builder.  Will that perhaps be the biggest lament of my miserable life?  Only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  I drank a lot last night and fell asleep at some point.  I’m probably going to be sweating soon.  Speaking of that thing I mentioned before (I think it involved a Korg synthesizer laying down a beautiful bed; nothing synthesizes like a Korg) I need to pre-order something or something.  Wax and no wax.  Those numbers will run through my ears and I reflect on an utterly lush not quite classic which brings to my mind deep shades of purple and turquoise and I also think of rocks, lovely painted rocks.  Or something.  Who the fuck knows?  Ah, but now I will feast upon that gloriously ugly digital iteration and realize it was telling me to seek that empirical information from within.  Or something.  I don’t know.  It all became blue.  Consequences.  Spilled a lot of ketchup.  I see now all the spoken words I’ve ignored.  I need to blow my brains out and then be temporarily re-animated by voodoo (who do?) in order to consume said brains (in classic cuisine brains are chilled before preparation). 

I was having a philosophical discussion with a humanist and then I asked for cheese for dessert.  Then I watched a video a Brazilian female body builder torturing a guy with headscissors.  I’m going to eat a piece of fruit here fairly soon.  There are so far three sides of the Polish night music I enjoyed today.  I enjoy the concept of sides.  And don’t even get me started on walls!  Oh, I love walls.  I always love hearing about other people’s favorites.  In the comments below feel free to provide a list of your favorite albums!  I need to exchange money for conceptual clown killings soon.  My eyes need to traverse more black and white stranger oriented iterations but this time explicitly based in philosophy.  Who dares enter the dark labyrinth of the human mind?!  Tee hee, I always crack up (pisses pants!)!

You go where they take you, that is the glory; leopard on top and black on bottom and in between the sun drenched country shade.  Admonishments therein, berating.  Humiliation.  Oh the sweet suffering. 

I now I am wondering about the imaginer.  I’m on London time of course (I hope they use quartz).  What is taking so bloody long?!  Ah, but I’m used to do a different method is all (one which may involve conductors).  Don’t be so anxious.  I prefer to get my grimy hands on the previous ones.  They just feel so much more comfortable.  And to think I was in the zip code and didn’t even have the common courtesy of a home invasion?!  The famous photographer accompaniment. 

I like my ice to be waffle flavored.  Make no mistake: it is me.  the female gangster on Venus.  Of course he would not realize until much later on (if we were talking about past) the extreme sensual impact of that all-encompassing mask.  Sweet ivories offer the comfort right now.  Of course, we can all richly recall the days where she would tickle the plastics in the early morning sun.  things drowned out eventually but I take solace in the fact that it was all my own damn fault!  What a terrifying number but I won’t remember which soon enough. 

Different techniques were necessary to properly handle the nausea.  And after all the searching last night he came up empty except for bad meat and bad cream.  Of course (not)electronic Klaus was well within sight or is it grasp but the lights were all out, the streets barren.  Anthropomorphizing is not precisely what’s taking place but somewhere he was a bit too memorable and all the while he lunged to viciously kicked into those massive live wires.  Of course now he sees the true cost of the cells (not the cells) and the scope but this is all only richly the very beginning and somewhere there is a phone ringing but he dare not answer. 

You know what?!  I already brought it up but I’m going to fucking mention it again because that’s just the kind of prick I am: I fucking love the new remaster slash remix of the Never Let Me Down album! 

Of course the correct answer twice in a row is that it was an aesthetic change between a case of want and a case of need.