Sunday, June 16, 2019

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. 

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