mv002(coffee and oil, the life, have to work through the shit to get to the good)

I think I’m going to read a book by Elmore Leonard soon.  Or will I?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  I drank coffee recently.  The 2018 version of Suspiria was playing on my increasing obsolete television last night.  This was my choice.  I adore that film.  Such is the nature of wisdom. 

I’m blasting through it right now having just finished the second installment.  The intro was groovy in terms of the articles of clothing and a particularly cinematic revelation.  It seems much has faded from my brain due to the splitting.  I don’t want to incriminate the content however.  I feel there is something much more honest in the episodic and the key significant fact is my desire to return.  A desire that remains in tact after this heart of darkness reached its completion. 

I went some place recently to purchase a physical copy of Demi Lovato’s 2017 album Tell Me You Love Me but no such copy was present.  I bought a sticker instead.  Of course I’ve been thinking recently about the influences on crimson peak.  To that end I’ve been seeking out plentiful interviews with Guillermo Del Toro.  And such is the nature of wisdom.  I drank whiskey and wine last night and fruit juice this morning.  And then of course looking through the Gomez files for any possible glimpse of Yamila.  Where have you gone?  Yamila, I swear….

You must be careful when purchasing those used goods online.  Though the temptation is real.  The struggle is real as the single moms say.  I’ve never seen the 12 Monkeys series but I do really enjoy the feature film.  There’s a card for a psychiatrist down and to the left of me.  no, there isn’t.  I have to read those ancient texts purchased on the beach and sunset.  Two two two was the opportune number at this point in time.  soon, we must experience the colorful narrative of a man minus one ear.  But we I mean me (sweet/dirty).  Of course I simply loved that linked florida excursion.  Standing on the lavender balcony and smoking a cigarette.  Need to catch up on deuce related matters.  Wires and deep fried brass really came through for me in big ways.  Not to mention those great bars in new York  (or Newark?) suburban areas where I drank clear colored drinks before making the only logical choice for my (not his) life.  And some other stuff.  Female lawyer in flesh colored pantyhose using a banana like a gun.  Dance all day.  I need to acquire so much.  I feel reasonably excited about some things though I’m not exactly sure what.  I see the key errors, what I’m missing through the inky pages.  Need to return to dada esque things.  rataplan rataplan.  Of course I need to return to the costume ball.  Dance all day, huh?  That’s what I’m thinking.  Wang.  Need to add to a collection.  You kids and your vintage music.  I love the feel of a classic little paperback in my hands.  I’m looking forward to that new Candyman movie.  I think it is in good hands.  Where did these magic rocks come from all of a sudden?  Jackie Brown is definitely my favorite Quentin Tarantino flick.  It is a perfect movie. 

You know, I just want to take a moment to say that art is so great.  I feel so good that I am able to enjoy art in so many different forms and so blessed to have so much access to it.  Thank You for that gift.  Thank You so much. 

I spent a decent chunk of my day reading an Elmore Leonard book.  it was overall a very pleasing experience.  Additionally, I watched the movie Saturday Night Fever last night though of course I’ve seen it before.  John Travolta is very charismatic in the lead role.  I also watched the Netflix movie Velvet Buzzsaw at some point recently while drinking heavily. 

I’m sure at some point over drinks I’ll be explaining the grim does not quite gel with the not grim.  Whatever the hell that means, real fluff here on my part, pure filler.  The horror does not work in my humble opinion.  Or something.  I highly enjoyed the satirical aspects.  If only the emphasis could have remained as such.  Bags of garbage as art.  Children playing around in the blood.  Worth it while becoming increasingly intoxicated.  I hope to have a good summer and read some plays and watch beautiful films with my windows open. 

Of course crocs always charm me and I wonder how long the croc will continue stand up alongside the lovely pastels.  Speaking of charms just the other day I bought a box of lucky charms and a carton of milk.  Upon returning home I poured some but  not all lucky charms into a bowl and then poured milk on top and then consumed this breakfast cereal though it was actually around 9:30 at night.  Of course, the denouement was a bit darker than I was anticipating but it brought the central themes home.  The musical accompaniment was great there at the end. 

He was watching a mystical fuchsia witch at play but the odd musical choices left him feeling conflicted.  It was like when all those non detectives were watching the naked woman dancing and then the gull flew away.  Of course, it is so similar to that choreographed work of art acting as a summons; murder done it portrait, carving a path of subjugation into the future, bloody expressionism as hateful devotion.  It is haunting to me to realize I made it all up but it all came true anyway. 

So to bring it all home: I’m really warming up to our leads here while also hoping to see a bit more from the supporters.  Second iterations are very difficult for some reason but this more than passed and if this is an example of a quote average installment then I think I shall be in store for an overall very pleasing time with this mythology.