really appreciate mind melding father (also maybe indulge in new thing that is old thing mean)

Spent all the time I could in the carpet.  Not sure what to think now.  About anything.  New iterations of bodily solutions.  is this the Irish at play?  Always ravishing.  Always up to the task.  This is going to get very complicated.  I need to raise the trees; something tells me I’ve been summarily rejected but I can understand.  Mayhaps I just need to take out a new one.  it can all balance out in the end.  I’m about.  Listening to Black Flag’s classic Damaged earlier.  Made me feel good.  Advancements to the water.  Starting now the process of Discovery and loving it so far.  No, loving is not the right word.  That was an exaggeration.  Don’t drop that pipe on your knee.  Busy taking out trash today.  Couldn’t sleep well last night cause of lack of drink.  Little star again.  Nothing quite works.  Desire is diminishing though I suppose that’s not a bad thing.  Just got to finish revisions.  Need to stretch out this note.  Day is coming soon. 

Of course, new sin presents itself in the form of dynamite.  It always comes back to pantyhose.  What a brilliant invention that has utterly and joyously damned my life!  Is there a day that goes by where they are not consistently at the forefront of my thoughts? 

Truly, I am a worthless individual.  I’m drinking an awful lot lately.  I love that custom made little blue guitar.  I read a book by Sara Gran the other day and loved it and now I want to read all the other books she’s written and I watched a video with her and it was just so damn inspiring.  Of course he is wondering if his emphasis is untoward.  Australian crawl now.  Such an obvious ripoff later on.  Different octave, hahaha.  He had an awful desire.  He is such a jerk.  Such a terrible person.  spent time indulging in sin today.  All the time there are new masterpieces of sin waiting to be employed.  And that old text.  Is sin the right word when it comes to consideration of said text.  Would like to aquaman soon and will.  But other films before.  Already that remake that you saw weeks ago after driving a long distance is the most impactful thing.  She’s scared for you.  We don’t know who we’re shooting at anymore.  How postmodern.  At least no slimeballs are oozing their way under my doorway. Yet.  I played bass today. 

And then just the other day a deadly new obsession was taking hold.  Ice cold beer afterward.  So cold and uncaring and that is the great things of all, yes?  Using electricity in such a confident way only to be gloriously cut down.  icy.  Seen before long ago always unpleasant but it could all work out.  Hard to breathe and feels so sexy.  Begging for mercy and it feels so sexy. 

Listening to Knopfler’s new album lately.  Really like the tunes.  If I saw the man in a bar I’d buy him a drink, chuckle and say “great tunes, Mark but go a little lighter on the production next time.  just a little lighter!  Let those songs breathe a little more for pete’s sake!” 

With a night at Warsaw I make a theatre.  I’m afraid of being seen in the cosmic sense.  I owe everyone an apology.  But especially.  If I were to see I would immediately proffer.  Back down I am inside.  When I’m at night.  By body bruised. 

Of course I wouldn’t have even realized.  But then later it became clear.  The opposite sides.  But does she see?  I’m not sure but I think.  My only solace these days comes from the drink.  Is the mystics sinful? Everything is. 

I watched NewYork, New York last night.  What a film.  Bobmart at the finest.  Is everyone a fucking idiot these days?  The more I learn the less I want to k now.  Are there ten commandments of love?  I need to go and feed the pigeons now.  Almost done with that trek year.  Need to finish.  But starting something else soon. 

Of course now I realize I need the obsessive disease.  I can’t function without it.  Nothing fucking works without it.  How fucking sad on my part.  I suppose it’s good to finally realize it thought.  I’m only worth a damn as things are being destroyed.  That doesn’t even. I’m only fucking worth anything as I’m fucking it all up. 

Need to get that liza pet shop album and then listen to it over and over again while still hating myself.  I drank today and yesterday and I’m betting I’ll drink tomorrow.  I know the best movie I’ve seen this year so far.  I’ve read some good books lately.  I loved that book by sara gran that I read and it haunted and scared me and I woke up scared one night because of it and then I watched a little video of her and it was very inspiring thank you very much. 

There, done and done.  Soon my earholes will be feasting.  I didn’t realize I’d already missed the initial trip to rome.  That’s not right of course,  the translating on my part is all wrong but I get the idea.  I thought a great deal about hosiery again today.  My neck hurts right now. Nothing really works anymore.  You know, I love the teal orange hopelessness of it all.  I love how nothing quite adds. 

Good grief, all terrible abounds right now.  Something or another…oh yes, I remember now.  Sara was lovely.  that fixture of the noble elephant.  Need to see more no I mean listen more but of course the plastic broke got a good sticker though.  The dynamite was back again, two for one as it were and it was exceptional, same as the glory in this case with our beautiful rendition.  Laughter like cackling.  Sexy cackling and I was helpless to do anything else.  I’m going to go somewhere tomorrow and do something.  I read heroes in crisis number three today.  Then I finished reading a book.  then I took off  a shirt and put it back on again.  Can’t forget sweatshirt in two. 

san(nothing yet, icy one soon maybe be great, miss all i nothing

Smoke is drifting over my apple pie right now.  And that’s just the ending.  Knife to my gut.  Accidental prose is taking place thanks to a boy genius (one word).  I heard a nightmare. 

Confusion strikes me hard I suppose.  Moments have me.  I was listening to Joe Lally’s first solo album the other day.  I love that album. 

I see the fragile preciousness in things now.  Nothing happened.  Could something have happened.  There was complete emptiness.  Only a desire to inflict pain.  Something rotted and foul.  Blood should be coming from his mouth.  Spilling out in great waves. 

I was waxing poetic while walking backwards into the building.  I need to get myself a good leather jacket.  I need to get myself a good dominating Brazilian BBW.  Once both those things are taken care I may consider my life an unqualified success.  The little star was returned to me again.  How lovely.  And the now pink and black lethal flower as well.  It’s a shame I was never able to organize a session. 

All so minor.  Nothing compared to what others have suffered.  Yet you took away the wax premiere of the black dog running at night.  You took away the joy of being inside the carpet.  I fear this is only the first act but please let it not be true. 

I frequently imagine that one day I will wake up to my body is entirely comprised of crab meat.  Then I will proceed to eat my own body.  I think this would be a satisfying end to my life.  But who knows?  Only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  Maybe now I should listen to a Gilby Clarke album.  I’m listening to Monuments To An Elegy right now, arguably the Pumpkins most essential and iconic album; perfect for a newbie!  At some point I’ll also be listening to Thom Yorke’s soundtrack for Luca Guadagnino’s Suspiria remake.  I love em both.  I drove hours to see you.  Is that all right?  I was so innocent then.  Everything’s different now and I only know this coward. 

Expression of love.  In one sense you truly are it all.  I love how bad that sentence is.  All the President’s Men is a fantastic film with which I have difficulties.  What am I even talking about anymore?  I need donuts.  I think a new special journey is just over the horizon.  I saw Karol G in that Harley Quinn outfit and I promptly made a sticky mess in my rent trousers.  Can’t kick until I read all of Batman Damned.  Oh yeah, I was talking about that first issue of Green Lantern earlier at some point, right?  Great stuff.  And you know what?!  Heroes in Crisis has that decompression problem I always talk about with modern superhero comics but I’m damned intrigued so far; that second issue had some truly touching and effective moments!  Yeah, I’ve thought a great deal about Suspiria every day since watching it.  It was art!  It was pure fucking art!  I loved it!!! 

For one horrifying moment I thought I was getting my consonants confused.  But no, I was accurate.  Post F.  There exists two but seemingly no relation beyond the name.  this is all about trap (though I have often thought about glass traps this has nothing to do with that).  But now I see there are glories to be seen in both iterations. 

National guilt, eh?  Do you not see the link?  Did I see Winwood live and not realize it?  Mayfuckinbe!  The more I learn the less I want to know. 

It was deep comfort, the idea of pure domination by combination biological and mechanical cold cybernetic intelligence.  Grey then magenta and many other shades.  The Capitol Studio sessions I said aloud apropos of nothing.  But no, not nothing, something, something I need, no, not need, want.  One might say it’s an aesthetic change.  But that blue is a nice touch.  It looks like it contains good charming banter for when water and powder is hitting the glass.  Everyone knows how much I adore vanity projects but this seems far more genuine.  I just need to cut down some plastic trees first (not a call back to earlier score). 

Of course, I spent much of my day listening to Rockstar Supernova’s self titled debut album.  All these years later and they are still my favorite band of all time and that is my favorite album of all time.  I watched the movie Clockers earlier today.  I’ve seen it before.  I love that movie.  And the soundtrack. 

Baloney again.  Of course, I know what some of the next plastics will be.  I’ve it off long enough.  That light blue and the hanging silver steel.  Listening to the empyrean the other day and it felt so good.  But something else of course.  National anthem.  But yeah, many things down the pike (hopefully, such a fragile word) once the trees are raised.  I like towels.

Kill me please kill me he wants to die no please don’t kill me I was wrong I was so wrong I’m such a worthless fucking coward but no this can’t be please don’t let this be why does this disease called humanity still persist?

Somewhere, the most violent with her dark ravishing eyes also remained the most beautiful.  Deep obsession.  Of course, my total lack of self awareness was a big issue.  I owe you a very big apology.  Gosh, how horrific, a lovely wave of recognition followed by such terror.  I was and shall forever remain a complete fool.  Love em all of course.  Tiffany from the very beginning.  I need to stock up on several things.  electricity and extensions.  Where are all we?  Is Gilby Clarke the definitive rock star of the past 50 years? 

36 Chambers, love it.  Pleased to see so much rerecognition on this, it’s anniversary.  I remember now what I’ve been missing.  I was going to comment on something else but I forgot.  I’m forgotten and rightfully irrelevant.  The more sensuous side provided comfort.  The first glass always goes by so quick.  So easily broken everything.  Need maybe to start with Milton.  Is this only another danger?  Last night platinum blonde dancing to the river reinterpretation.  What an ass! 

mill9(the third one sighs...lost...and I...tango)

It’s so comforting to know that the phrase “you are nothing” sounds just as sexually charged in any language.  I am so deeply turned on when a woman tells me this.  My mouth is dry which means I need more wine.  I love to love the alien.  What a rich statement.  I don’t know anything (why do we have to live in so much pain).  There was a little error back there.  my mouth tastes like shit. That was some bad chicken.  Choking the chicken though!  That was a great time!  he longs to lie down in sweetest sin.  He’s been indulging in all the bad things.  believing the strangest things.  of course I’ve been loving the alien.  That new green iteration brought to mind the silver in such a splendid way that those old ancient texts must all be gathered.  Of course the other day so much like that little bird but not little at all so bountiful; the bird and the fish and at some other point the war time nurse tending to the wound she herself inflicted in another lifeguise.  Everything that made the difference is so humble and thin. Had the sun been utilized the obsession would not have taken hold.  I saw all the plastics in a cardboard body and I needed it but it was not meant to be.  So many bad decisions.  Ah, but the topic at hand.  The k oriented fear.  It was like slipping on a warm glove whatever the hell that means.  It was comforting in its coldness.  The small bit of warmth always present, always welcome.  Is this the fewest amount of words I have to spill. Perhaps the mind wanders; the heart never fed.  I was laying down in sweetest sin again today.  I am setting up all the horrible elements of my own destructions.  I can still make this all right, I know I can, please let it be so.  Just need to buckle down (I know what’s right in life).  It’s an effective and stranger mechanism that always works (need a plurality on the previous one there) but the stairs denouement was a bit contrived.  Still, I’m always eager to continue just I continue to reinvest in the far more successful cousin of mysterious alphabet.  A square entry point right there in the middle of the stomach and shrouded over.  Oh so wonderful has been my time spent in the carpet.  But I so desperately need to return to another font.  I can feel it right now.  Obsessions take hold everywhere and multiple muses threaten to gleefully tear him apart (or course he wouldn’t have it any other way).  It would be a great double – the cousins – but of course this current iteration (that is, the chief subject in this chronology) would have to be the proverbial opener and perhaps in that way the introductory texts – which have served well in making even further introductions to contextual and fascinating outliers – could be rendered even more poignant.  Yes, I was so steeped in sin I could scarcely see what was happening, it all went by in a blur and the sunlight and the skin being peeled off, this happened somewhere in the same space, apart but there and in the same not too distant moment, the desire and the sin, and the sinful desire and everything spinning.  The One of Ice of the widow’s peak and the strength in her arms.  Everything is so degenerate these days and I suppose I have my part to play.  New creations blossoming.  The flesh is so weak and savory. What a lovely kick to the head.  Further iterations being explored; suckling from the great source, sometimes in full technicolor and sometimes and in the ancient pages.  There’s that classic doctor and his expression of love not yet expressed and though the skin has come off and I wonder what materials would be utilized.  Boy howdy this year has gone by fast and I’ve been listening to Lana and Mac a lot and it feels quite good.  Yes, so much has been eliminated for me and I must continue on that path.  Getting back to the central thesis: he enjoyed it but this particular entry faded so fast.  But again, the desire to travel on remains so something must have been made right?  There is the jackal and there is the one who looks like the jackal and they are both the bringers of joyous destruction; again, the obsessions taking hold.  And dreams of the back breaking. Must block things out of mind.  Everything must be blocked, it can be done though must acknowledge the enslavement to the body.  Oh how grotesque.  Dark lovely eyes.  Goes back to the face hidden.  The most violent.  Right there in the corner is where everything takes place and where the deepest desire lives.  You are nothing.  Sweet words.  And now he understands the depth of that special kiss.  And somehow that all goes back to the alien love.  There is turquoise.  No yes there is yes that sounds or looks or feels right and it is all connected now through the color blue and what was heard earlier (one by the pool) and yes this was the anthem of sin that he proudly sang through so many days.  Always through the mouth of course.  This was where it all began.  Always through the mouth.  And he was doomed forever more.  But such a doom of his liking.  Tomorrow I’ll make a long drive.  Or will i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  There will be many more iterations coming down the pike.  I’m speaking of course of the central thesis and I very much look forward to this despite the brevity of this current chapter.  But I am also speaking of that even four locale and the jackal and the little star and the most violent and so many others and the heart racing toxins and the transparency which controls everything.  He is very much looking forward to that as well just as it will surely destroy him.  She likes to undo.  A thousand punishments.  A thousand ways to torture.  A thousand ways to provoke submission.  This is obsession taking place.  Everything is going horribly wrong.  Need a rescuer but he tries to deny.  Reference beginning.