crocodiles

I should have been a corn baron.  Of course multiple visages behind layers of latex.  Grubby pages have and had me.  he’s going to the store soon to buy physical copies of pornography; is it nostalgia or is it luck?  I ate corn on the cob recently with black coffee; this was my lunch.  Sin begets sin.  Sky.  Heaven.  Both of those things abbreviated.  All to the tune of wearing someone else’s scalp.  Jobbers were running through my mind as I journeyed through the secret life of plants.  I reserved a hotel room recently.  I listened to some movie scores recently.  Suites.  Of course there is an application for both those topics, eh?  Suites for the sweet.  How fascinating.  It all reminded me a bit of a cherry bomb really.  Ahead or behind the time?  chagrined to know that the standards have not been met down that path where secrets travel.  But is it superior to current iterations?  I was going to hose a viewing for the day of birth which is generally not a day really worth celebrating. 

With horror, I realized I forgot the construction but then seconds later I felt relief upon remembering I am actually a dog.  Not sure if I will take a trip into the funhouse but actually that is not true and I’m pretty sure I will.  I went to a bookstore by water the other day.  extraterrestrials and eating disorders.  Of course the golden study of magic will likely works its way into things very soon.  What are the dangers inherent in these texts?  Maybe not the aforementioned text.  Of course, those forbidden books, the text which has never had any conclusive findings.  Everyone these days is talking about the whistleblowers and I’m pondering the waves gravity make.  The sphere we’re looking at which creates gravity and then light and radio waves bend around the craft and as I look up I can no longer see anything.  My neck hurts.  Waiting for the mentioning of bodies.  Back to back Italian creators and a man of indeterminate accent.  Eerie.  Hopefully I will be ABEL.  I see now the importance of Keel’s texts but I am so reluctant to truly delve deep.  I drank too much coffee earlier.  Of course the other night I took lsd and danced the night away and found large blocks ambient color to really be harkening back to a needle point (understanding now the significance of researched and piercing) opera and some pink socks and something very strange and frightening in the corner there of my place.  Probably was the kindest but the brisk helped. 

The messengers of deception  now with decades behind us.  The cross cutting of radio shows.  Have we ever considered the possibilities of mass deception behind the deception.  Not mandela but maybe this could be related and there is always the dulce myth coming back onto things.  underground or from above?  And the reaction of dolphins.  My mind can scarcely comprehend.  Implications that we are being deceived.  No, beyond that.  Move beyond that.  But my feeble alcohol soaked mind cannot compute.  Does not compute.  Don’t not compute.  It’s saying that the connections are to an even larger more all encompassing phenomenon and maybe the speculation was wrong all this time and these forms in and of themselves are mere illusory…no, that’s not quite right.  Not illusory.  They are…masks, yes.  I think i start to understand now.  It’s like a Chinese box.  That’s not you.  Jacques is there again and I have not fully grasped the significance of the cults.  Ancient texts.  Secret texts.  Before very careful about what you read and who you listen to.  A man in a tan trench coat walked across the room of the broadcasting demonstration and in front of the learners.  The room smelled like pine sol.  He swore as he walked and was drenched due to lack of umbrella.  I met a lovely reporter there whose name I cannot recall but maybe with time I will.  Stairwells and then everything was behind the glass.  I did good for once. 

Interdimensional hypothesis in the morning.  What your eyes see can be bad for your health.  She had a nourish appearance and I was befuddled.  The secrets we keep damage things in ways we are not aware of.  No, I mean to say they damage things in ways we chose to ignore.  What is the eighth tower?  These treatises on magic; I believe soon Moore will be releasing on.  I saw several orange volumes with strange symbols and they were terrifying and now I cannot stop looking over my shoulder.  I am not sure how those genealogies could have been derived and fear that further investigation may prove devastating to more than just my mind.  And still there is a number of letters which remain undecipherable. 

The white goddess.  Where did this come from?  What are these influences which have been immortalized?  Objects appear and then disappear.  Different shapes.  Nine different shapes were remembered.  We’re sailing somewhere.  They said they saw that man floating.  Horror.  They themselves were whisked away.  Underground tunnels but then…far above everything else.  The place was messy.  Dreams by the mother and children, being taken from the home, mother hiding in the closet and the children are taken, children crying for the mother and they are taken.  Then at different times different experiences, by the car, other places, horrible feeling of dread preceding.  What is there behind the scenes?  Secret school.  Has this all been some sort of terrible preparation?  Long trips to the continent.  The awful knowledge will takes it’s toll.  The contact which allegedly took place seems to be a sure path to eternal damnation.  Scrying.  Does this all go back to the morning of. 

In lighter news Shania twain has been wearing hosiery (often fishnet pantyhose) in a slew of recent interviews and for that I am eternally grateful. 

While writing all this crap I was largely listening to Mike Patton’s excellent score for the movie 1922.  While stuck in traffic the other day I was largely listening to Vangelis’s excellent score for the movie 1492: Conquest of Paradise. 

undiscovered in ch, new phi insp, miss jackal not jackal, everything weakening

And suddenly Tiffany is using fishnets again and she has made me the happiest man alive. 

I’d forgotten how much I love the song Word on a Wing by David Bowie from his NAME album Station to Station.  Odd that I could have forgotten since I absolutely love that album.  I dunno, I’m just stupid I guess.  But that song is immensely important to me.  there was las vegas first and then California.  Former friends.  No bitterness.  I’m listening to Tyler the Creator’s new album.  I hear it’s a breakup album.  Need to analyze.  If I obtain a physical copy I want it to have a pink cover.  And such is the nature of wisdom.  But getting back to that first thing I would later relate the sordid tale via microphone to a group of devoted listeners.  Where did it all end up.  Hopelessness.  So much money left behind.  I did spend wisely.  But I suppose it all makes sense.  I just started reading Thomas Harris’s new novel.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  The end has come and gone.  I’ve been listening to the new Madonna album lately.  Full review to follow shortly in an upcoming post.  I love the recent iterations with the uniquely feminine restorative power and then trains and clocks and small dire dangers.  Labyrinthine inspirations have me. 

Judy.  Breaking glass in my room again.  I see it now for the sign it was.  So many pieces everywhere and now it makes whey it felt a few days before.   Even more shaved down.  that phrase always interesting.  Haha, of course, how right, another grand who realizes we haven’t advanced any farther.  Is someone looking to break down my door?  Say it’s not true.  Lion goddess again in purple and then teal.  Of course, these were blocks, right?  Blocks of sound, constructed and the men on the battle field and maybe it all relates to the 120 days of Sodom and perhaps barry is present yes this seems appropriate.  Must wait so long for this language.  humor in the dark.  I see it now.  The brass layers on the interval and what became of the barracuda iteration?  Forever inspiration.  I understand no I don’t but glass traps will always have me.  right from the beginning when I was naked and then doing all those pushups and then fighting the guards and then rubbing butter all over my body.  Of course, I see now how the electrician works at the motel.  How often I’ve been drilling.  We haven’t gone any further than this.  So true.  My name is pena (not quite spelled right). Read the books.  That slicked back.  Incomplete.  I’m going to show you how weak you are.  the very first time driving through the boiling summer and tilting and not understanding but knowing I would or I wouldn’t even need to as I entered the free.  At least I know how to whistle.  I hope you’re both having a drink together. 

I’m watching the movie 1492: Conquest of Paradise.  Or am i?  the more I learn the less I want to know. I find Angela Molina as Beatriz Enriquez de Arana to be utterly enchanting.  I don’t I would have left her had I been Gerard/Chris’s situation.  Apropos of nothing, the more philosophical side of things has been liberating.  I was driving last night.  I quite like the new Gloria Trevi album I’m listening to right now.  Lots o’ highlights, lots of propulsion and rough loveliness.  Mayhaps I’ll go and see her live again.  Man, the melodies and vocals are seriously on point.  I’m going to get stupid and needlessly hyperbolic and say it may be from top to bottom her overall best vocal output!  I’m on the fence on the production however. I’ll need at least 57 days to make up my stupid mind.  Sacred geometry keeps getting flung right in my face.  I did not realize the amphibious connection between Stephen King’s The Lawnmower Man and my favorite Peter Gabriel album but in retrospect it’s all so obvious.  So beautifully obvious.  Something of the end of an era for me today and a rather unmemorable ending it was.  Oh well.  Two of the best will always remain.  “just like the rest of you.”  Mica Levi’s scores for the two movies she’s scored are so damn fucking good they make me want to eat a big bowl of sugary cereal!  I was extremely excited to learn that William Friedkin’s fascinating film Cruising is finally getting a deluxe blu ray release!  I’ve already preordered!  When it arrives I will watch it!  Then I’ll watch it again!  I will need to invest more fully in imagination or something.  What am I talking about?  Removing the collection.  Of course safety in the minded as yielded through meditations.  More scoring.  Not quite right.  Ah, that first grey note is so them.  Takes me back to my years writing for a widely circulated periodical.  He remembers the beautiful boss wearing patterned hosiery and wanting to be shrunk down and forcibly wedged between the soul of hosiery clad foot and her black leather high heel shoe.  Teal shirt.  Those truly were the days.  “Earthfuck” written in black magic marker somewhere nearby.  Yes, you see those were the days of anticipation and neck aches and deep insecurities and spring dresses from the future and obsessions taking hold at potlucks and this is simply oh so beautiful and what I see in front is grey and looks oh so similar and he would be accused of an inappropriate combination but it was creative commons; I have not seen the accompanying Vietnam war as told in 3 letters.  Yes, takes me back.  If only I knew then what I know now.  Neck hurting now.  Need to wait for something physical with the darkness and that fire bird in the center.  All forgettable but want to focus more.  Hands increasingly shutting down and whole body going crooked. 

I did not have my meditations today.  Despite the overall disappointment I’m realizing now there was some goodness.  Confused by all the score accolades.  Maybe I’m tired of the one making compositions who relates most to the last letter.  To lie with her in sweetest sin.  All the  bright red atop the chef’s head.  Oh to be eaten alive.