Watched a third of the shooting andy Warhol thing and at
some point prior I also watched part of an episode of the Dahmer thing. In between I was deep in fantasy about a tall
Brazilian plus size beauty putting me into some reverse headscissors and suffocating
me while laughing and berating me in her native tongue. Ideally she’d be wearing some black or lace
red panties. Apropos of nothing, seeing
that live footage of rock n roll with me was something else! Don’t want zack back or really most of that
garbage. I like books that literally
have a pulpy feel to them. Up my
ass. Still waiting on a bid from someone
for some fucking thing. There’s a broken
down van outside someone wants to buy. I
might have a piece of sausage for lunch.
I didn’t drink very much last night, just a few glasses of wine. Miss the hard stuff. Someone sent me a free book in the mail and I
forgot to say thank you. I’m the
asshole. Mazzy has me. I plan to drink a lot in the midnight hour
very soon. At some point we all agreed that
the pointless life is the best life. Good
to lose our passion for everything. Then
at some point a massive Brazilian BBW was crushing my face with her powerful
and voluminous quaking ass and when she let up and allowed me to breath she demanded
tender kisses on those jiggling ass cheeks.
Need to listen to nico again. Need
to find somewhere to submit some fucking thing.
Would like to reread from hell at some point. and rewatch rob zombie’s Halloween 2. No idea if I love it or not. It’s all illusory. I think I loved ends
though. Best of the new trilogy by
far. Jamie pointless again. There’s a little paperback book to the left
of me with yellowed pages. Just how I like
my pages. I also like whiskey on the
rocks. The toxics have me. All decked out in their playboy bunny
outfits. How I could love for them to
rub their delicious hosiery clad asses right on my face while laughing and
berating me. How I would love for them
to lay me down and use my dumb ugly face as their personal footrest, 3 pairs of
glorious and aromatic hosiery clad feet all on my face, hosiery clad feet after
a great long hard match, them deserving the rest and accolades. “you fink.”
I’m drinking water now. Amazing how
little happens on most days. We all just
staying upright out of habit. Got some
crumb comin’ my way. Need to call a
garage door company. Durance still my
favorite. Bleeding all over. Petra last night. I’m writing to Jeffers now. Need to reread lispector. Night porter too. No, got that wrong. Not porter you dumb fuck. Wood! Didn’t
understand shit. Luckily I just went to
the kitchen and got a mug of black coffee.
Some weird doctor or something. Something
tawdry going on. Talked to Johnny Mixed Nuts
for a while. Someone thanking me for being
a friend while getting some apples. Just
a lot of bullshit. Then at some point I was
watching a woman in lace panties sit down on a cake she’d baked and
frosted. This would have already wildly
turned me on but hearing her reaction, how much she was turned on by the act of
sitting on that freshly baked cake just turned me on even more! And from there so many glorious moments of
lovely big fat assed women in lace or silk panties sitting on all manner of
food from loaves of bread to pizza to barbecue chicken! All so fantastic! Queen three tonight, eh? I’m receiving helpful recommendations on lots
of used pantyhose for sale. I been missing
out on the cmll payperviews in part cause I’m a jackass but also in part
because they don’t make it easy but I gotta catch what’s coming up as it should
be quite good. I love dc comics but I just
can’t get excited anymore especially if we’re talking restoration. Cave’s soundtrack for the recent controversial
thing on suffering is fantastic. Loved the
thing too maybe my favorite of this current calendar. Love the tommyknockers. Need to reread at some point. Maybe outside while eating fruit. No, probably inside and surrounded by wet
cardboard. Really loved that 90’s
look. Door open and bam, 90’s look. LOVED the previous thing too, the empty
patches. Knows what she’s working
with. Makes me wanna travel to a sun
drenched place, get utterly wasted and then royally fuck my stupid life
up! Saw someone out of context the other
day and realized I’d never noticed what a beautiful smile. Maybe because always smiling. Smile made me want to lose it though in my
dreams. So much fuckery with apples is
going on right now. How did apples come
to dominate so much of my fucking pathetic worthless existence? I spent a lot of last night shining my phone’s
light on things. Or did i? the more I learn the less I want to
know. What’s the name of that new ufo
thing? Got it! Moment of contact! It’s all about that incident that took place
in brazil during the 90’s. I’m pretty
sure it's all horseshit but it’d probably be a fun watch anyway! Fun in the moment and then terrifying at
night when I’m unable to fall asleep even after downing several shots of whiskey,
several glasses of wine and several shots of zzzquil! Reminds me I need to buy a carton of fat free
milk. Or do I?! the more I learn the less
I want to know! Oh shit! Oh hot damn! That
reminds me I need to fill in the Dario gaps cause I really loved that new iteration
all about sunglasses. Ilenia Pastorelli
was fantastic. It’ll be a regular. I just needed some wine and pizza with pepperoni,
sausage, mushrooms and olives.
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