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.