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I watched a movie called Frank & Lola the other night and really enjoyed.  I drank a bottle of cheap ass red wine whilst watching and then I watched part of a piece of crap submarine movie that I intend to finish today.  Janus reports to me that the number four will be in question with respect to going inland.  I personally never ventured to that part of California.  It looks like digital celluloid shit on my screen but maybe something can be done about that?  I wish I were in the city cause then I’d go to the premiere.  I haven’t obtained digital justice.  It looks highly strange.  In the 90’s these curios were everywhere.  It was a great time to be alive.  Too bad I squandered my life and now I’m just a useless fuckup.  Damn, I need a drink.  I needed one last night too.  Listened at some point to a symposioum with john mack and budd Hopkins.  Fascinating.  Did everything just end when the 90’s ended?  I can’t think right now.  I can’t write anything worth a damn.  the q and a was an oddly intelligent one.  you know what movie I love?  Cabaret Maxime.  Great movie.  Michael imperioli and Ana Pardrao are great in it.  Of course I see the parallels to Killing of a Chinese Bookie! I’m not a fucking idiot! That’s a damn fine movie too! I had fish for lunch.  And avocado for my lunch grease.  I recently watched a thick Hispanic woman who was wearing stockings, I watched her press down on the pedals in her car and say suggestive things.  her toenails were painted blue.  I had a pair of used hosiery around my head and I just fucking lost it!  The books I’m reading right now are dreamcatcher, low down and the vegetarian.  There are also some short story collections I’m working through.  I’m feeling weird, wondering I cooked that fish properly.  I watching this thick white british female wrestler wearing shiny hosiery and I just fucking lost it.  Went off! I really like jazz.  My dream in life is to amass a massive collection of jazz vinyl records only for them to be lost in a house flood. 

Did travis walton’s hoax ruin my life?  Maybe.  But I can’t blame him.  We’re all hustlers.  Walton should be at that club with J Lo, shaking his fine ass alongside the sumptuous Lizzo.  Of course I’m reminded of the film Guilty by Association, perhaps Morgan Freeman’s finest hour.  People need to take a closer look at the Pascagoula abduction.  It may be the only credible one ever in the history of mankind.  Look at the creature design.  Very unique.  Like nothing else ever reported.  I need to watch a gamera movie soon.  I was listening to and loving jerry cantrell’s double album degradation trip yesterday.  It sounded good the windows rolled down in my big manly mac truck.  With mud flaps! I want to buy a revolver for home protection but I’m too afraid I’d get brave after a couple drinks and blow my miserable fucking brains out one night.  If I did buy one I’d probably go for a little snubby like the kind Dennis Hopper’s character Tom Ripley used in The American Friend.  I love that fucking movie.  One of my personal favorites.  Hopper is my favorite of the live action Ripleys.  Ripley Under Ground was actually a very funny book.  Highsmith is excellent at balancing the dark and twisted with some (gallows) humor.  I’d like to find a vintage hardcover of that book.  The movie Ripley’s Game was cool too but I prefer The American Friend and I much prefer Hopper’s interpretation over Malkovich’s.  or do i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  I drank a tall frost glass of modelo yesterday.  Salt around the rim just how I like it.  I only feel like a man when drinking a mug of suds.  I like Walt Simonson’s artwork.  I’m starting to read his Thor run and then I’ll jump to Orion.  I’m obsessed with Brazilian bbw’s. 

Apropos of nothing I was think about back acne the other day.  backne as it’s affectionately called.  I always liked the suggestion of cleaning something using the oil from my nose and forehead.  The human body is so grotesque.  One of my favorite Brazilian bbw’s was wearing red lace panties and then black lace panties and I couldn’t decide which I preferred.  I miss correspondence.  I need to start correspondence again.  I like to smell books when I read them.  I’m real big on the olfactory sense.  There’s a Mark Knopfler album right next to me as I type out this garbage.  A double album in fact.  Though I’m writing in silence.  I wish I had a typewriter.  Or do i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  I really like the show killjoys.  It’s the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.  I really enjoyed X . Mia Goth is great.  it really captured that greasy look and feel.  I’m all about grease.  For my lunch grease I had avocado again.  Grease is so interesting.  Forehead grease.  Nose grease.  I like when in movies and I guess real life when people rub their noses together after hot breathy kisses, exchanging the nose grease.  Nothing is more romantic than exchanging nose grease.  I really like jazz albums because the liner notes are extremely informative.  Jazz is so cool.  I also like rot.  I like when things get wet – like cardboard boxes – and start to rot.  It all makes sense if we’re just a primitive monkey species.  There’s not enough to fucking do anything ! not enough time in the day! 

Sonya Yoncheva’s Rebirth is a lovely album.  I think it would be quite a delightful experience to see her live.  I might watch a Wayne Wang movie later on today.  I enjoyed driving through the rain while listening to Peter Gabriel’s album Security.  Actually, I don’t know if I ever really enjoy anything.  I hate myself and I hate my life and I wish my worthless mommy had gone through with the abortion.  I’m a piece of shit.