I’ll think I’ll go on…to
find out…. Instantly I knew the thesis
of this particular iteration’s discontent and I was pleased as peacocks to
discover I was correct. Of course,
locations had me and at once dingy backstreets felt warmly familiar and then
white newsprint lettering proved that he (which is, i) was not really going
insane. Apropos of nothing I still
consider Lords of Salem to be Rob Zombie’s best film and the only one which
really rises above its influences. I pounded
my fists against the glass. No, that
wasn’t me at all. But it was a most
compelling kickoff. It is full of
eternity. That’s not quite right. The young boy’s hair came back all
white. The shortcuts I took today as I regressed
in aging remind me very much of riding in a tiny and bloody airplane. I understand the intimacy. Remembering on the cheek. Dog connection.
And once I was very
much aware that the one of ice would now be taken away. We must always enjoy the precious moments we
have. There’s no going back. I don’t want to let this all go to waste
because it needs to be said the formula was so altered I wasn’t quite prepared
the alterations also began previously and they will kick into full rampant
force very soon and I am so exponentially pleased. Apropos of nothing you want to talk control
mechanisms? We have unbelievable control
mechanisms.
I want it clear, the
stairs in the EIGHTEENTH variation was one of the greatest moments in suckling
glass history. I cannot possibly
overstate this. The wool gloriously
being pulled. And from then on we are
now examining the nature of pure evil.
No, I’m badly
underselling everything. Lamentation. I’m badly underselling the awesome. Beauty.
Horror. Of course I knew her as an ant, shame about the rocks crushing
siblings. But no, I first came across
the pure manifestation of evil of someone selling flowers. There was trickery afoot, see? I was lulled into falsehood. And it was a beautiful lulling, replete with
far away familiar faces there on the stairs.
Everything on the stairs. It is
difficult to recall what went on before this meeting. Not because the antecedent was somehow
inferior but rather this new acquaintanceship was just so monumental,
horrifying and impactful. Perhaps I should
have strangled myself with wire. No,
hanged myself I meant to say. Walking
down the stairs, the real form. Where are
the flowers which were sold. We traced
the steps back to locality. And then
falling and violence. Ah, the rich
dangers of pharmaceuticals. My finger hurts.
But the commitment to go on with kindness and the ways of teaching and
then soon after we cannot return to the yellow house. This is everything I look for in the
imaginings. And now I see I must also
trade circles for snow. Of course I am
talking about auditory snow. Was there a
storm outside? Child ok. But how as that possible. The forms.
I found an organ in the fridge, an organ removed from someone still
alive (but not for much longer tee hee).
My dreams terrified me later on so it’s a good thing I can’t remember
them (for the most part tee hee). Distortions
of flesh oh please don’t let them touch me.
a two for one, eh? Hopefully not
cheating but formats are changing all around.
The purest distillation of this emotion on the square venue. All through the geometry of descending. Once masculine and then feminine and then
with wings and then feminine again, smiling.
Where have the flowers gone? As I
recall there was a younger version of myself madly in love with what later
become the purest manifestation of…. What
was slowly phased out. How odd there is
now parallels being made to something…wait…tiny place of living, things
starting up as he was beginning the new school.
Not just parallels, there are string commonalities and holy moly (red
cheese) just how much of my miserable life have I wasted? My fault, my fault, I didn’t get the joke. Yes, love and then phased out in an utter
nonsensical way as someone who was not me assumed control of a coffee shop and
boy but I do love the linn. The sound of
the year so dry and sparse and beautiful, let’s pretend and then acronym and
then I realize how automatic all the masochistic leanings are. but yes, never seen from again, an
uncomplicated flower, right? Something to
that affect to the one who was around when we realized how dependent this
country is on plastics (cigarettes were mixed into the compound, maybe the
marlboro’s I was smoking on my balcony last night). Yes, this was the one who stayed behind and
then she was the one who raised the first love of the one who stayed behind and
for a brief time during the contextual history there was lovely competition
with the flower owner who would become the terrifying pure manifestation of…and
I searched and searched to provide zeros and ones compliments but I was
seemingly unable to do so but I so look forward to return engagements and I now
have no idea about the progression only that yes we are very much on the final
precipice. On unrelated news analysis
this pretty generation is most intriguing and angular and somewhat castle like
but I really note a lot of influence of young men and their obedient
animals. Maybe I’m crazy. My pallet is so unrefined. I very much appreciated the warning provided
by the red fish. Think about that word
fish for a moment and the color. Maybe the
term isn’t exactly correct but it all goes back to the wool. And the maternal spirit so upfront. Would going down or up be more natural in the
moment. Why masculine and then
feminine? It depends on who’s
looking. My lips are rarely dry
thankfully. I bought a book today. And of course no, due to the mention, it’s
like I’m losing my mind. Coffee. Who will it be now? I need to stress again: this was possibly
the best ever.
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