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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!