mill11[and gweat, tewible (not sure of spelling, liked the change) and lovely foster love]

Admissions now that I am a royal asshole and always have been and always will be I confused a new addition with an integral part of an attack involving the initial contact and the cube and the whale.  And it all makes sense now though I certainly see the error of my ways and the distinct memorable nature of radically both and of course this is a welcome addition.  This one did not quite work and I especially missed a more caring maternal touch.  All the same, I must confess to loving the denouement and found it in in keeping with the overall thematic aesthetic (doesn’t make sense) but also with my own personal ideology.  Of course I can see the influence of one who began in the field of music videography before tackling the concept of extraterrestrial life inside an industrial prison setting but do things really work on such a small scale?  Perhaps not.  But the analysis of the safety we seek in these cloistered and tidy environments and the illusory nature of such is quite compelling.  Dare I say this was already handled quite adeptly with and FRANKly a decade prior (where’s my bourbon?).  yes, but it is a topic we are none too comfortable with and one well worth further exploration.  I take my status as a social media influencer very seriously.  Of course the most important that happened to me today was the realization of a friendship milestone with someone whom I’ve never met nor even seen their face.  Yet it is someone for home whom I harbor especially strong feelings.  I have witnessed the brutal fluidity on multiple occasions and been oh so overjoyed.  Of course my total and complete ignorance of Jeremiah likely contributed to…something.  Not sure what I mean.  Only that I need to remedy this ignorance.  In general I am a very ignorant person.  but he was the most clear as a person, eh?  Intriguing.  And now I see what I thought was initial was actually second.  This would likely go near the end.  Innocent blood upon ourselves and this city.  As stated earlier somewhere else I do continue to enjoy an overall highly nihilistic bent.  Still can’t stop thinking about.  But ultimately I don’t have too much more to add on this most recent.  Actually not recent at all but recent to me.  only that I was eager to return.  Slipping into a warm bath of hatred, for myself and the world in general.  Terrified  of those individuals living in the walls of my apartment.  They are from some other dimension.  He drank a lot last night and it seemed to take care of everything.  But oh, is there money left over for more booze.  Only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  A recurrent theme for this and the next of the applicable sequence is a strong missing of that lovely maternal element.  Where have you been? Was this the day of meeting Ana?  If so, then it was certainly a day worth living.  Or was it?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  You know, I think I may just prefer the second to front van gogh’s ear.  I’m not sure if that’s controversial or not.  Doubling down later on today though of course that already happened.  The last is first.  i don’t envy anyone this task of truncation.  Surely it is one of my most preferred.  Oddly, I think it was the very first, very tacky, dirty plastic and not long before I longed for glass again, in the same room as awful hatred.  Later on only the juiciness as I knew nothing and not until much much later on and so recent (comparatively speaking) that proper attention and respect was given and now I see tis one of the most vital.  Oh so effective yellowed.  Old junk.  Now new sheen.  I would give most of my props to maternity but an earlier comment on cliff’s notes was apt. still, overall there was so much he quite approved of.  Christopher Young’s music was quite good.  Though I must say my favorite from the previous calendar year surpassed that which had not yet been kneaded despite the source dough have been mixed decades prior.  Still, as its own beast this is a buttery one whose manginess is just mangy enough to linger.  I felt a bit bad later and so could not entertain van gogh’s lovely ear.  I listened to the ramones. Who did the new?   I feel sure of this one as there is overall not much to unpack.  Opportunities missed in some respects but admirable truncation, grime and pointy meanness overall.  Plastics will be making their way home in the future.  Ah of course but the first is so much more difficult to determine.  I was consume big red cheese when I fell madly in love for foster mom.  Tears of longing.  Double long.  Everything double.  Because there was the one with the name which may or may not be an unhealthy obsession (I’m no theologian, clue) and I never even knew because I wisely avoided any type of preeminence and  I was not privy to colorful transformations but love blossomed into further love and of course final impression may be worth far more so I’m not really sure.  All my vile proclamations fell on deaf ears and this was richly appropriate and of course we all screamed the wrong name.  a big talking worm got my attention later on while I hastily scrawled on the wall with a piece of cardboard.  So mixed that I know it has to reoccur so I can actually know what I’m talking about.  But yes please of those aforementioned two please allow me to be wrapped in warmth and love.  What a display of weakness.  I am something awful and weak.  Hours spent forgetting myself.  How lovely to see the small joy right next to me.  jumping up and down.  this was made for this.