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.