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I’m listening to Lana Del Rey’s album Lust For Life as I write this.  Or am I?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Coincidentally I see Johnny Yen coming in through the side entrance.  And somewhere else is someone shoving peppers up their rear.  There are pink machines everywhere though of course this color would not really appear on all versions of the story.  I get ready, I get all dressed up.  Of course, I find this all to be very enchanting though i don’t believe we have any time anymore to be young and in love.  Sounds like shots firing.  Smells like fear, bitch (seagal direct to…).  Sin was the order of the day once more with jackal who is not the jackal and then of course the darkest of fantasies and there is purple and green and the numbers…not quite right, obfuscating too much.  But two to one, I’ll understand that later on.  Two to one often yields such wonderful results. 

Of course lots of DC on film news has come to the forefront this week.  On an unrelated note I was in a book store today and bought a used copy of a book.  I think I’ll start reading this book some time in the next few days.  I also drank a great amount of booze and coffee today and I don’t feel so good right now but that’s okay. 

But yeah, I guess first off is that little teaser thing for Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn). It’s no secret that I found Suicide Squad to be a steaming pile of crap.  Lemme back the gravy train up though because it is not fun to simply slag on someone else’s art.  David Ayer has worked on many things I very much enjoyed.  Also, I am aware of many of the complications that came along with that particular movie.  But I found the end result to be a shallow, disappointing mess with some interesting character designs and a couple good moments.  I’m drink whiskey right now with two ice cubes. 

I should also add I’ve never been a Harley Quinn  though – compliment time- my favorite Quinn is Margot Robbie’s interpretation from Suicide Squad.  I liked her more than anything from the comics, cartoons and video games.  BUT I’m still not sure if I liked her a significant amount at all.  I constantly struggle to find anything interesting with that character but Robbie’s charisma shined through and won me over (I think?). 

If I had the balls I would’ve thrown myself into the river already.   But yeah, against my better judgement (or something)I’m actually rather excited to see how this film turns out.  I need to track down Cathy Yan’s first film to get  an idea of her style.  I hope this movie is the vision of the director.  The cast intrigues me.  Winstead and McGregor are great choices for Huntress and Black Mask.  And damn!  Rosie Perez is an awesome choice for Montoya and I’m very curious to see what Chris Messina does with Mr. Zsasz and how that character fits into the story.  And of course I’m also DAMN excited to see Black Canary in live action (I need fishnets) and Cassandra Cain as well.  What the hell! I guess I’m damn excited without knowing very much!  At first I thought the teaser gave me Soderbergh vibes – specifically his great underappreciated film Haywire (of course they may have been the McGregor talking).  And then I thought it was actually reminding of John Hyams’ great underappreciated film Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning.  But then I realized it was also reminding more than those two of Harmony Korine’s great underappreciated film Spring Breakers!  I’d be down for it having the vibe of any of those movies!  I know this was only something like a screentest but the look, the vibe, the music, the colors, the costume choices, the cast!  I’m excited!  I can’t believe it but I’m full of positivity the way some people are full of mustard!  Spicy mustard makes my mouth water.  The. 

Of course that was far from the only news!  We now know that former Guardians of the Galaxy guy James Gunn who was fired by Disney due to some old scandalous tweets is now going to direct Suicide Squad 2!  I don’t really care about that though.  I didn’t really like Guardians either.  Whatever. I’m sure I’ll see it.  oh, i should have said earlier that Ayer is still a thousand times more important than a loser like me!

And then of course news that the next Batman movie (to be directed by Matt Reeves) is set to be released in June 2021!  Sounds like it’ll be noirish!  Good!  Soon enough we should start hear rumblings about who will play Batman, villains, etc.  Seems Ben Affleck will have the oddest tenure of any Batman having never actually played him in a solo film.  But you know, I really love the unique, overblown epic that is Batman v Superman Dawn of Justice and I’ll always be grateful for it’s place in the dark knight’s cinematic history.  I imagine we won’t be seeing anymore of Jared Leto’s Joker either but I’m okay with that. 

And for now I will continue to look forward to Shazam! and the Joker movie!  And I’ll probably also watch last year’s Suspiria “remake” at least 8 times a day everyday for the next 17 years.  Testimony.  Wrong wrong wrong.  Embarrassment.  Humiliation.  So has the ship been righted?  It kinda seems so!  Who the hell knows.  I remain as interested as ever.  Gotta get different types of things in there! Different textures and visions!  You gotta razzle em!  You gotta razzle and dazzle em!  I’m keep two rare birds hostage by the way.  Also, I regularly have erotic fantasies where used hosiery comes into play.  Used hosiery has me. 

Technique by New Order turns 30 today.  I love that album. I think it has much beautiful music.  And some of my favorite basslines ever.  I once imagined – no fantasized about something involving the tickling of the ivories, it’s peripherally related somehow.  You won’t even talk to me.  Hook has me. 

mv001(can you shut the blinds please, a solid $8.00, an amazing sight)

So it begins, eh?  Here I am commencing with a series which shall henceforth run concurrent with the other series still ongoing in this humble blog.  In both series I am nothing more than a humble slave to the glass teat.  It’s understandable really.  Or is it?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  Though truly this began a couple nights ago.  And it was quite a beginning indeed.  I can’t recall exactly when the purchase was made but I certainly utilized the daring invention of the internet and likely a sale.  Speaking of which I need to pick up that Cassavetes box but that’s neither here nor there.  sidetracked here but sin was piling up.  A truly dark and glorious fantasy.  And then the jackal and the final letter utilizing that which is close to fences and everything is stunning and seductive and there is another iteration right there awaiting with the recurring element of the dark fantasy and I am willingly submitting to sin.  Oh, I recall the discussion of dying in sweetest sin and I don’t want to recall the spring dress love as it is so painful and wonderful and maybe one day there shall be a reunion in the costume ball.  But please let’s not get sidetracked now.  I should have started this during a steaming boiling summer night but you know it was so good that the overall effect created that atmosphere for me anyway.  I’m going in blind here but believe you me I shall fill in all the ignorant gaps of the conception and history as time goes.  I am committed to this for the long haul no matter what!  It should be said I am a massive Mann fan so this is right up my alley.  And its real alley as tom would say.  And I wondered if this could to my mann fandom as that semi local imaginary hamlet is to the more surreal iteration.  Coffee and cherry pie.  Oh, I am falling in love with this classic style.  But who can really say for sure?  The word executive makes me wonder just how much of mann is present.  But I cannot deny so many of his hallmarks. And the style held me.  I need the suits and synths and the songs were so perfectly implemented I had no choice but to get wasted on jug wine.  Yes, I loved this feature length premiere including the strong transvestite cheese brought to you by a gentleman who would be the late night dinner of the king of terrible lizards.  I’ve never even really cared for in the air tonight but my word was that an epic and gorgeous moment.  Epic is weak writing but I’m a piss poor writer.  Beautifully lensed. And the purple clubs scenes.  All the pop.  I always feel like…just want to have fun.  I will say I’m having harder time pinning down one than the other (the one I’m having a harder time with is given slightly less focus so far) but that is forgivable early on.  I instantly fell for the account of love.  And you know, I should have seen the reveal coming but I was so caught up I wasn’t even bothering to try.  Maybe I wouldn’t have figured it out anyway but it all worked and damn did it work and I loved it. I am giving this initial entry a very high but invisible grade.  It hit all the right marks.  It hit the spot of sweetness and I’ve realized I cannot write anymore.  Has the muse been replaced by empty sexuality, he asks apropos of nothing?  Something is bound to change though.  What else have I done lately?  I watched Gotti recently and quite enjoyed it.  Regarding the Oscars I am pleased that Roma has been so nominated.  Beautiful film.  I’ll have to see the Fellini namesake.  I definitely noticed a strong Fellini influence.  Or did I?  the more I learn the less I want know.  Also, I love the movie Manhunter but Red Dragon is a steaming pile of crap.  What else do I love?  Hosiery of course.  Obsessions are taking hold yet again.  Used hosiery wrapped tightly around my face and I can barely breathe due to the tightly wrapped hosiery and due to the sexual excitement I feel.  We are all slaves.  Of course there is the jackal who is not the jackal and a renewed kindness and everything is wrong again I’ve read a couple books lately and one of them I didn’t really like and one of them I did and I was listening to contortions earlier and I was late on the Camila album but it is a great sumptuous pop album and I like to pretend I am somebody when I drive around and listen to Tangerine Dream’s score to Thief (tremendous film).  Of course all I’m really hoping for is for her to use my face as her personal footrest after she finishes a long hard sweaty day of work during which she was wearing pantyhose.  It should be mentioned I am an utter failure as a human being.  Ah the classic dilemma of course I don’t really know what I’m talking about.  We dumped a few gangsters off the train.  You know I really like both imaginings but I must go with the one who has bluer leanings.  Where did I put my Stetson again.  I hope this does not distract from my glowing positivity speaking of which there is such enrichment in my life due to wholly imaginary people and I am a deeply sad person but at least I have alcoholic beverages to drown my sorrows and yeah no I mean yay very soon there will be sighs.  Quite attractive.  I am speaking of the naval recipient of the aforementioned expression of life; there was also a pet alligator.  I am pleased to be beginning a more recent but still not new sequential of squares or maybe its rectangles this time around with the common factor being the recipient of said love because there was true beauty on display.  I don’t even know who appears in the sun anymore and soon enough I won’t even know what that means but there is always the physical manifestation of inspiration presenting herself in some form or another and I am eternally thankful for this.  And he may have been right when he said we have not gone any further than the electrician.  But yes, high marks for this first one and I look forward to the second. 

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I love the new Lana Del Rey song.  It arrived at a pivotal and necessary point.  I spent much of the day sinning.  Now I’m going to drink heavily, engaging in more sin.  I hope I can finish a book tomorrow or the next day.  I also hope to watch a movie about Nico soon.  It was Scott Walker’s birthday.  I do so love his music and hope he releases another album.  24/7 Sylvia Plath.  Great line amongst many.  I’ve been forgetting to listen to Pantera lately.  I’m pleased that No Line on the Horizon is set to be released in wax.  For some reason I can’t articulate because I’m a piss poor writer that album has held a special place for me.  I love Bowie’s song Heat.  It’s a perfect bridge to Scott.  I adore the back and forth those two had throughout their careers.  Thank goodness I still have some of that eggnog left for when this whiskey runs out.  I cooked up several hamburgers today and was so brazen that I even ate one.  I looked and looked later on but could not find what I wanted.

How did it manifest itself today?  We all know the story.  Hands numb and then shaking or vice versa.  Thought about and fantasized about and turning blue.  So much ink all over the place, in a tight homicidal embrace and down my throat and later kissing my lips and then gloriously stabbing me in the back.  Focusing on two and becoming one, a replacement and the jackal who isn’t the jackal though of course in the end it was the actual jackal who properly set things off; another lethal embrace. 

I’ve got a fever of five thousand and three.  More sinning today. All adding up now.  Whatever the fuck ever.  Just adding to the collection already established.  Just wanna listen to music or something right now.  I watched From Dusk til Dawn a lot as a teenager.  This wine is really hitting me hard.  I already know that tomorrow is going to be a wasted day.

I just watched the movie Nico, 1988 and really liked it.  I love the album The Marble Index.  Also, on the Velvet Underground’s first album I find Nico’s songs far far far more interesting than any of the other tunes.  You  know, speaking of movies: Tommy Lee Jones performance in Natural Born Killers is just so great.  So fucking great! 

I suppose I’m something of a fetishist but who can really be sure anything these days?  Pantyhose encasement …oops, made a mess right there.  it’s a shame I don’t have more money.  It’s a shame I’m such a nobody.  I need to keep reading doom patrol comic books tomorrow.  And pump iron!  Working out is my life!  That new one…Diana looks stunning.  I love the green.  It reminds me of shocked electrocution (didn’t even break a…) and the thing, I think it’s like a deep blue or maybe purple but it sets the pony into motion.  He needs to start saving up his pennies so the exact specifications can be matched.  Watched children of men recently.  I still feel y tu mama tambie is alfonso cuaron’s finest film; just a beautiful beautiful piece of art.  Roma would probably be next.  I’m looking forward to reading Thomas Harris’s next book but I’m not sure if I mentioned that already.  It’s been awhile.  I think one day I’ll probably be traveling through a forest that is slowly turning into crystal. I would like to eat cereal soon but who knows what this ever uncertain future may bring?  I’ll probably go to a bar and read and drink soon.  I’m on a good streak though.  Hot damn, I may pull my name out of the gutter yet!  I may yet pull my ass out of the dirt!  What was I listening to the other day?  that’s right, now I remember!  I was listening to the album Te Atrapare…Bandido by Ana Barbara.  It is a very sweet grupero pop album.  I’ve always felt that Barbara’s voice is aural honey and this particular album showcases very sharp and romantic pop writing which takes advantage of that voice.  I’ve also been listening to Monica Naranjo’s album Tarantula and David Bowie’s album Aladdin Sane.  I love them both.  I now remember back in the day I was going to purchase the Ana Barbara compilation Para ti…Mi historia but I never pulled the trigger on this desire!  I didn’t have the guts!  I didn’t have the balls!  Let’s just face it: I didn’t have the chops!  I couldn’t cut the mustard!  And now it may be too late forever til the end of my miserable utterly worthless life!  I can still recall where I was when I purchased Tarantula and Aladdin Sane.  There are several songs from Aladdin Sane I am attempting to learn on the electric bass but I’m sure I’ll fail because I’m a loser. 

I watched Jennifer Lynch’s movie Hisss last night and rather enjoyed it.  It made me want to seek out like minded, the documentary about the making of the film and more movies with the actress who played the snake goddess.  I plan to purchase the move on the very outdated dvd format and watch it over and over during lonely nights.  Sometime afterward I’ll jump into the river (too many times to make it home).  When I’m dead things will be much better.  I ate a hot dog recently.  I’m also almost finished with the book I’m reading.  Maybe I’ll finish it in a well lit area later on tonight.  But yeah, Hisss, I really enjoyed it.  What else can I possibly say on the matter?  Tomorrow is going to be a wasted day.  and yet, I know but I’m not sure but I actually know I’ll be seeking out the jackal who is not the jackal but maybe just maybe resistance is in the air and it doesn’t have to be like the other times; oh sweet suffocation. if only after a long hard day or reporting the news she would use my face as her personal footrest.  

I miss watching GLOW.  I miss being someone with potential.  Those two things aren’t really related.  I hope I can sleep well tonight.  Maybe I’ll rewatch the entire GLOW series before bed! 

FPOTY(HB)(and of course the multiple obsessions taking hold, so kind last time, sweet suffocation and...)

Anyone who knows me knows that Once Upon in Mexico is one of my all time favorite films.  I keep getting polar and arctic confused due to the common denominator.  Watching mqb last night I nearly had a heart attack during Denise’s portion but that’s what made the moment so lovely.  My new year’s resolution is to sink even further into the depths of alcoholism.  I’ve been listening to the album Disraeli gears by cream recently.  I love that band name.  and bruce’s bass playing.  I’ve been listening to other stuff too.  At some point last night I became convinced the last wave was pointing to signs extraterrestrial though ultimately I did not have the intestinal fortitude to find out for sure.  But the owls, the shadowy figures, strange visions, disturbing drawings, the eyes.  Or is it more of an ink blot?  Am I just projecting?  I read Katerina recently and I’m not sure if it was good or not.  I think it might have been.  Why qualify anything?  I watched cruising recently.  Loved it. 

I’m just waiting for the middle day these days and of course there will be the jackal who is not the jackal.  Though have things changed now with the new clocks?  Maybe I’m only setting myself up for further waiting and disappointment though that would certainly serve me right.  Can’t stop thinking about…the blue…the fish….  I don’t know anything, why we have to live in so much pain. And then she became the jackal, no that’s not quite right she sort of morphed into the jackal who is not the jackal it all makes sense though and numb hands and shaky hands and I can’t think straight and this is everything and there was actual niceness last time, that’s right I said niceness, prefer here or there?  no preference, whatever you want, laughing but early bird on the compensation but whatever I don’t understand anything but I deserve (incomplete sentence). 

There was ice earlier and it all made sense but then he realized the importance of a proper greeting.  Arms have him.  Plants as well.  It all adds up so solid but of course this is just the beginning of a very long span of time and the hope is that the body does not give out before then.  Man, I need a drink.  I’m reading a Dean R. Koontz book though not in this very second.  The music videos of Encanto Latino get me through some very HARD times.  My itunes crapped out before I could properly sync up my ipod.  I drove somewhere today but they did not have the item I needed.  So then I drove to another place and they had what I need there but not what I wanted from the previous place and during the course of it all I realized the morning is the only opportune time to visit a place that I visited between those two places and that place used to be a shang gri la and I have hopes. 

The clips have me.  and the jackal again. And something green.  Like the pendant life comes back around on itself, eh.  How long?  Why so long?  But now this surging hormonal fever dream it all suddenly makes sense again.  Sweet and beautiful pleasure against the ropes.  Could blade trinity be the greatest movie ever made?  Speaking of pure cinema I need to place an order today.  That is, after I drink more black coffee.  Got that list here.  Palmitas arriba.  The dancing again, blue, only once and probably only once ever but at least there is the one time. 

Tinta tinta everything is tinta.  Awe, the sins seen through deeply coded words.  And the taunts come in different forms.  Hands shaking and going numb.  Hard to think straight.  Anything for science.  Waited too long. Submissions have me.  hold a little tighter, I might just….  Of course it all comes down to the proper catch of the day.  all these things and then tinta again.  Tinta and china.  Good thing plastics haven’t failed me.  this country is built upon plastics.  One day I plan to deliver a speech about the importance of plastics while standing in front of an American flag before then giving a deceptive gift to a kind alien.  I’m something of a savant.  I watched a movie last night that I liked.  I think no I know that I’ll get a drink later. 

Of course, the latest edition of sin was released at the most opportune moment, replete with green dress.  Hunting.  And something else now without hair but not in the iteration display.  Later talking about something beyond compare, constant presence, eyes of mystery, die tonight.  But then of course the purchases have been made.  It all adds up. 

And now of course there was the aforementioned ice and there was so recent the earmarked but does that even make sense and of course he means the words replacement and bedecked in the décor of the holiday many deem controversial and trying hard not to focus too greatly. But easily this could be the perpetrator of so much electrocution among other things and recently seen that there was a return to the little pleasure and of course this previously brought so much pleasure but one must treat lightly and oh what is anyone even saying anymore and so many purchases in so little time. 

Living in oblivion is a movie I really like.  I’m going to listen to aerosmith tomorrow.  That has nothing to do with anything though. And will the presence of the jackal who is not the jackal be achieved, that is the question and who knows about that unknown location that has so much in common with pasta iterations and everything sin related is lined up so well and there is so much awful about me and I and yours truly and me and me and me and me and he is obsessed with that jackal and that dark and the most violent and the denier and everything is so amazing. 

And now just before it changes I raise a drink to you and humbly say thank you for everything.  Thank you for your art.  It lives on forever.