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.