mill13(yeah, so much, the new year and new...wait a minute...what did you...and that was the lovely end...)

Ah, so now I may have to see if it can work without the non solid inspiration.  Of course, when I say it I actually mean something far more personal.  And now I also reach the unlucky iteration and yet this is not really applicable for on display was something inwardly unique.  Though it was also familiar when taking into account cousin (maybe spiritual cousin) factor.  Is that a good thing or a bad thing?  Only time will tell.  Time, patience, the right berries.  Unfortunately, my brain failed to record the initial message.  Though this is hardly an overall indictment for it was a full ¾ of compelling square glass.  I must clarify that this fraction is also not an indictment for in this particular circumstance ¾ is actually the maximum so there was nary an instance of faltering.  so I have to briefly pause in the midst of this happy analysis to mention the second half of the thing I mentioned the other day with the red suit (maybe?), something which was anticipated and beloved in ways and gifted.  Of course, now I am specifically mentioning what is canonically thought of as the second of thirds within this particular work though recently second has been first and perhaps in a sense second has always been first (must have been seventies jellyfish mingling, no, not mingling, co-creators when it comes to boxes of chocolates and chocolate cake, of course which goes very well with a tall frosty glass of milk and suddenly I’m back at wanting to be a milkman again and of course those ancient decade plus from the just mentioned texts were continued today and jovially so with laughter – funnier than expected – and of course I also took great pleasure in watching her eat spaghetti, present for the birth of a new…) and though in previous days it was literally the first third of this second of thirds which was repeating in good welcome spirits it is now further along which is recapturing those years ago moments.  Here.  Yes, of course I would always identify – likely mistakenly – as a great touch of the Caribbean and then the numbers and progressions were explained by that accented smart individual though I could hardly be expected to understand as I am quite stupid but I can feel the explanation.  Then of course immediately following I’d never quite noticed how angular and colorful and at some point this links up with a silver hummingbird and I believe I slept for far too long.  It can be said I appreciate those very same things so I do believe this will be consistent for a while.  Enjoying the dark color so far of something i never quite understood.  Also, wanted to mention the apt numerical repetition.  everything i live for, right up there.  help me , i am so awful.  Who can say if coincidence.  But one less than something truly rancid from the individual who put massive human shaped skyscrapers into play (dogcatcher).  Yes, this quantity is the amount contained in one single but also the total amount of singles across one great rodent (kind, mostly) infested grand entity which I allowed to falter for too long.  We shall see it all plays out in the end.  Or maybe only I will.  Does it matter what I see?  Oh how I detest the sound of my own voices.  But turning back the central thing here.  this was one of the very best though leaves me feeling unsure of things.  again, is it too much of one thing.  It was a very welcome addition of familiarity of visage.  he never understood the inner working of the lonely castle though he did think he saw a blue iron lung at some point though it may have  been something else.  In an urban environment with the windows open and a lovely draft coming through we group of insignificant nothings talked about the coming end of the world and not everyone was in belief but this hardly matters and at the end the lovely maternal spirit was returned and this was grand but there was also a sense of uncertainty hanging over everything and this was also grand in its own way and perhaps footing being found.  Duplicates are always a tricky prospect but in this would be unluckiest iteration everything went through with a certain aplomb and of course how could he not be reminded of the personal premiere favorite of a dear friend as we sat down completely engulfed in flames.  Question mark.    And just as an aside there is the triplicate incision allusion taking place again albeit in audio form and I am thinking of the noose to be specific but also recalling the feeling of running at night as a means of expressing slash releasing the elevator feelings wherein a beautiful witness was previously kissed on the hand and the one at his side was lovely again past and present and existed in a full sensory realm of rich temptation (sweetest sin, mistaken lie down in sweetest sin).  Dogs are laughing.  Stolen there but very appropriate and I have certainly already touched upon this warmth.  Drifting is an appropriate now in this precise moment in time and who knows if slash when I may return to it.  I must confess I often enjoy drinking steak sauce straight from the bottle.  I love steak sauce. Gallons and gallons of steak sauce.  Strikes again!  Clear references, I ‘ve always thoroughly enjoyed this comedy to the previous tragedy (or something, hell, do I even know what I’m talking about?!).  but yeah, a piece of wood with a hole in it, drifting, typewriter near the denouement.  We certainly must stand back and appreciate this appreciable distance.  I’m sure I can consume the majority of the pie of blame.  I deserve it.  What a pastry.  Cooked with ample creamy martyrdom.  But let’s not bury the lead any further.  This was thoroughly enjoyable and if indeed it is a blueprint then I remain even more eager to continue along the end of the world trajectory.  Grey eyes, I’m on the verge of tears, I need to remember grey eyes (and now blue, grey, green, always forget the order, the first was applicable to me and how conflicted and awful I feel all the time and now this most recent thing is all about the one who appears so often at the ball and I don’t know who I am anymore but oh that kiss is so sweet and I’m crying again and thank you so much for that blissful moment of concern even though I wasn’t even in my right mind enough to fully embrace it).  Little death.  Tell the truth.