Returns all around, eh. Coming back, getting back to things over
something. Ah, no need to be secretive
because it’s all right there in the title.
We were all stocking up on bottled water. As always, it was quite nice to slip back in
again. How easily I forget. And then again I’m reminded of how deeply
unpleasant it all is. In general, the
walkaway no I mean the takeaway is that humanity is utter shit and at best we
can hope to delay for a few moments the tidal wave of shit and awfulness which
comes from our hellish hearts. I’m
ramblin’ man. Not there but seems
appropriate now. And I see there is
another lady of words who I must check out.
Of course, I understand the mentions of Cormac and I was reminded of
nocturnal animals. It was different but
I believe it worked quite well. I’m no
deducer but angel…these letters…I know to whom but there remains still a
mystery, yes? So grim and awful. No hope for any of us. Are we waiting for hell to take us all? Slouching toward. Riding toward.
I guess I’m unusually splitting things up. So much information at all hours of the
day. travels to the holy land sound
lovely. And in an instant an entire
imaginary life played out before him and it was so beautiful. And then a trip to Greece. And betrayal was everywhere inside of him and
he was is will be an awful awful thing and everything is him. And why in the sweetest of moments did he
suddenly reject passion no not the word connection not quite right either but
some type of rejection and even that isn’t sufficient he spit something from
his mouth but please please there are absolutely no comparisons being drawn for
I am awful ugly and utterly useless.
More coffee please, didn’t have to ask.
Covering while the jackal who is somewhere else entirely. And the costly plans were beautiful and the
imaginary life even more so. And then
the asking for affection later on.
Nothing is ever coincidental. And
here, nearly a year later reborn the element of betrayal and division and
running through the trees, warmth in the stone and the drops of ocean water as
braille. The noose seems much clearer
now.
But getting back to that central question of the
reality of the soul. We can all see
ourselves going in that direction. Oh
these recurrent damnable suggestions. Of
course now in tow the daughter alongside the jackal and everything necessary
for the physicality but ultimately hollow.
And I believe there is someone so clear at the ball and there are no
masks to be removed, only an errant lock of dark hair to brush to the
side. All alone. So busy.
So I know see once again the problem with my central conceit here in
that I am unable to go on with constant repetition. This is not a failure of what is seen but on
the eyes themselves. I’d forgotten the
flash of blinding white light which begins everything. The preciousness of that sacred gift was
thematic, yes? Hence the early
laughter. And later on, all for wont of
suckling on the glass teat. A word
etched in. unnecessarily obfuscated
perhaps. Returning back now to
compliments for that which I hate. Hate
is much too strong a word. Simple
disapproval. Was not expecting, doubling
down on the kindness. Nothing really
meant to be. Pinched harmonics now as it
seems appropriate this should serve as the backdrop. There is no real temptation anymore. Not of the type you’re thinking. We have moved far far beyond that. There’s a newfound emptiness but perhaps this
is a means to escape a certain type of slavery.
No, that isn’t right either. The
jovial esclavitud has merely switched days and you are still absolutely
nothing, an observer to your own self destruction. And around you are others on their own
respectable paths to damnation and they laugh and do not even realize what is
happening. On the contrary, they believe
they are doing the right thing and on the up and up. And why not?
It all feels so good in the moment.
So I volunteer to put memories to words and reinvite the beautiful
vampire I created and who knows what may happen now. He asked for two drinks and they were very
fine. And what followed as you witnessed
so many succumbing to their destiny, not realizing you were doing the very same
thing.
Ultimately I had to question why so harsh for this iteration. Mayhaps I was just feeling a tad
nostalgic. But once again that is not
really the best word for this. Very witty
as we no they were not thinking of the lack of air as being problematic in
exactly the same way. Shame it seems
this witticism is not something which makes the leap through all barriers of language. which leads us back to the inevitable and
those lovely overseas wishes and the journeys which will never take place as
they took place in your mind and of course that is for the best. Boy people sure do love having kids don’t
they? And then they love regretting
it. I ignored the lush fretless bass
work involved in Hunter for far too long.
Maybe it had something to do with the Climate. And that brings it all back to the receipt
and how it all worked the first time and it does look glorious but everything
was oh so unsatisfying. My fault, I didn’t
get the joke. The joke is me. always has
been. But I give this, now in the double
digits, I give this high marks and hope a return is in order sooner rather than
later. And he hopes for all the best for
you always and may those travels be true.
It occurs to me that I am quite empty. I am empty of my own free will.
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