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You know what I liked?  I liked that thing that just popped up with the tiger and it was a darker sort of iteration but really that word is so useless these days but I was less of a jerk and more of a child for a while.  Of course just the other day he attempted to rediscover the loveliest of muses only to find that there was no possibility it was a sorta bittersweet thing though perhaps one day in the stacks of literature there will be a rediscovery.  It’s nice to be remembered, eh?  Oh who really gives a flying fuck?!  Seeing something glowing and glorious recently.  Not wearing skin.  The first thing has nothing to do with the second thing but he is saying goodbye to things that where steel.  Listening to peter Gabriel a lot lately.  And lots of other things.  and of course still the jackal who is not the jackal and horrible superficial obsession ruining everything but wait is obsession really the right word.  Read a really good book the other day and then I missed the celebration and he genuinely does feel bad about that but is this a danger of being too focused on something?  Oopies.  He is remembering that which was lost.  Cranberries.  Black cranberries.  Or some fucking thing.  Oopies.  Are you feeling okay?  What is going on here?  New year new—old fashioned the style. 

Of course just the other day the little star was returned to me and I was overjoyed and I thanked (did not finish sentence).  Of course, now I understand the hourly timetable and my heart is broken but also elated knowing it is not completely the end and I hope that one day if I am ill I will be ill in a very specific place.  Apropos of nothing I’m going to spoil my eventual list and say that Hereditary is probably my favorite movie of this miserable year.  But yes, the little start returned and angel and iconography and prior to this a stripped away wedding dress and….  

I was listening to some ted nugent albums recently.  Then I was driving around doing stupid shit.

Lets put it all in perspective.  I wont’ call it a failure but I can’t really call it a success either.  It’s somewhere in between but I think it’s set up for something greater the rhythm is everything now and I watched the thing the other day the thing with the thing (but not the thing) and there were many appendages playing drums and  you know I really thought it was more or less what I was looking for and that’s it and that’s enough. 

You know I guess sin really did win out this time. and by this time I’m talking about an extended period of time but that’s so predictable isn’t it?  Ah, of course, lets repeat things three times speaking of which I recently finished a book with a purple cover I don’t know if it was good actually I do know it was in fact very bad. 

Speaking of sin there was the one of ice today and that was everything.  Right down, that doesn’t even make sense but right in front and idle chit chat had me and was everything and ice was everything and now I see with the red on the peach or something or other and constant laughter hahaha and smiles hahaha and of course I don’t even know how to finish now there has to be something more to say but there is only a few periodic words and I realize this entirety the entire thing to which we are paying homage really is perfectly meaningless I mean mine is and of course there is the spring dress from so long ago which currently yields almost nothing but just the faintest hint is enough to last thousands of years and I am surviving on nearly nothing now but I am slave to this and have no choice but there is a precious decade which divides everything and why do I still feel everything man I am so bleeped up and awful.  Tee hee giggle chortle fuck fuck fuckity fuck man I’m stupid what a worthless bastard I am but whatever the fuck ever you know I was there for the presentations I saw it all and there was the Italian who wasn’t Italian and only one other person on this fucked planet understands that but I’m sure he’s long since forgotten but I could never forget the main subject here but I suppose I should oh whatever.  Brick wall waterfall magic wand be gone! 

And everything is neatly space out now and it begins with ice and always there is the jackal who is not the jackal and now who looks to be the main thrust of this upcoming new iteration and suddenly recently there was a thawing and why did that happen I don’t understand anything but still the same glorious thoughts remain and imagines the suffocation and it is everything and of course there is a beautiful seam traveling the length of things and it is wondrous.  Simultaneously is it true now that rhapsody in blue is no more but of course in the stars there is a continuance which will never end and or course this absolutely for the best and he I must be thankful but there will always be such yearning and regret.  It’s richly appropriate.  Little by little everything is going away and that may be the only way anything can be saved.  There is a new one just over the horizon, not far from the jackal who is not the jackal.  Of course all those lines of numbers still have me.  what does any of it mean?  But that’s not really the question I want to ask.  Another one down with nothing to show for it.  Seems appropriate I guess.  also, i love the new of tif and of course the aforementioned and the stripe.  

I read a book recently that I really liked and then afterward I read a book I didn’t like as much but I plan to read another book by the author of the former very soon.  I ate salmon earlier. 

I own two copies of AC DC’s 2000 album Stiff Upper Lip.  I think the reasons are obvious. 

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The jackal who isn’t the jackal was everything again.  Sharp objects okay.  Just not sure about any of the fonts but I cannot and should not and will not belittle the overall sweat necessitated to put something to former trees.  Can’t remember if I said the other day but I really like that new musical iteration by the man who would be fly.  Amazing how all that build up did not amount to much except for laundry.  Been listening to a lot of results lately and boy is it giving me good results. 

Of course the sweetest of sin presenting itself again.  Made of ice in less than 24 hours but resistance may or may not win.  And then so soon again the many languages and the issue of replacement and mayhaps the jackal who isn’t the jackal all combining and then afterward of course these latest iterations with sensual voluminous darkness and that classic hunter (of course a word there needs alteration) this time in the secret location and with the most preferred stylistic leanings.  And the one right before as well. 

A dark new obsession begins to take hold.  Who woulda guessed a similar iteration of mud would be unleashed in that already so promised land?  And now double fisting is in order. 

I really enjoyed the outsider and am curious to see what hbo does with the property.  I think of myself as a playful sex kitten but this has nothing to do with what I just wrote.  Yamila, I swear.  I’m such a fool.  Always haunted by the office moment.  And then accompanied with an water logged illustration.  Need to get over it.  Need to suck it up.  But I don’t have the chops.  I can’t cut the mustard.  I’m feeling very louche today.  Feminine ice.  It all added up after a while.  Or something.  Then I made a great advancement in a single increment of twenty minutes.  I may plan to read something big at some point in my life.  I felt good for a while there but it was not my doing but that is a comforting thing or something. 

Engaging in sin again.  But there is something new on the horizon.  Mayhaps all these classic texts can be a guide to something greater.  A new way to live.  I love Tiffany’s new uniform.  I am so impure.  And then again that same person whom I mentioned in the opening salvo was present though this time everything was terrible and I realized what a terrible destructive force I am.  As my vision becomes crossed now.  They were all there though.  I still have a day to figure things out.  It can and will be done.  Or something.  Need to quit this.  Fast car is coming my way.  It’ll all mean something.  Nothing to prove. obvious now why nothing works anymore, a lovely little warning of the inner deterioration of everything good.  

There are no more lines left to cross.  The loving homoerotic occult has it.  No that’s not right at all.  I am so perverse and awful.  I am everything wrong with the world.  Forgiveness can it come.  Anger.  Be careful what you investigate.  Need to keep with the text yet I am so obviously not worthy.  I just need to sing into a painter’s light and all will make sense.  Stomach burns right now.  Delete delete but it will always be there walls closing in please let me not ruin everything in the eleventh hour.  I need to drink a whiskey now.  No that’s not right either they’ll be drinking around me and it will all pass very slowly and today this afternoon there was the joyous jackal who is not the jackal again and control was utterly lost and then this was further perverted beyond measure and I am everything wrong with the world.  Ah the rich tortured psychology at play.  These are not exaggerated forms at all.  The blue is just us on full display just me on full display electric blue. I experience beauty in the midst of sin and the only thing I could think to do was destroy it because I am I am an awful thing and everything is awful you me me you it’s all terrible.  Wonder what’s happening to the skin now.  Perhaps eruptions are destroying.  Love streams merits another looksy but there is also so much much more to delve.  Everything is half formed now except for my fully formed tainted and ugly soul.  No coincidence the reason for the deep shame.  Does this partial repentance mean anything?  Doubtful.  Maybe it can be a start though.  Need to return to the classicism of sin.  Full of scorpions.  Of course the connection is one through time and language but with beady blue and bypassing the black and white iteration of that second iteration and there was the time when everything was thrown out and then self-destruction bubbled forth in such a beautiful way again.  He knows what he needs more of and less of.  Hard to pull the trigger.  Ignore that word from earlier no not ignore but its not the gestalt it was just a reference to the not seen anger except for the alteration of certain states though I’ve never sampled these fantastic machines.  What the texts up to?  Of course a lovely little gift.  I went to a department store today.  I feel like I need to shave right now.  Can’t shake anything.  No more lines.  Now very close to my eyes.  Means nothing.  How in the face of this have i.  maybe later the starry conclusion will come.  This is distinct.  I’ve ruined everything and all for nothing.  Need to get back to patrolling asap and charging through the battery in the second iteration or something.  It was all a miracle early on.  This is tainting. Everything.  Heart awful.  Spirit dying.  Brain decaying.  Drifting and falling.  All lost all lost fucking gone and slouching toward.  Old idea was the best idea.  Getting ready thighs. 

I need to start a blog about alternate dimensions.  I believe in multiple dimensions. 

The bilocation of Mary of Agreda has me.