i may again

 

After living with mayhem for a bit.  Allusions.  Fallen angels riding through the tunnel.  Afraid of the natives.  In other news I am desperate for dirty pantyhose clad feet to be rubbed in my face.  Need to go out for a drink, that’ll take the edge off.  loved thunderman.  Key work.  I’m gonna go buy some chicken.  Damn those noisy down below.  Gonna watch more of Brenda Starr.  Oh Brooke in hosiery!  If only after a hard day of investigative journalism  I live for drugs.  Comics with an x.  dug out my old blu ray box set of the Lynda Carter Wonder Woman tv series so I can continue to feel nice and randy.  Need to read more silver age comics.  Golden too.  And that post Miller Daredevil run.  I’m sleepy.  Some whiskey will help with that.  it is so draining to be a failure.  Need water again.  Need ten of water.  Last night so whimsical.  Sacred geometry on flesh.  Shirt.  Hours of nothing.  Need water.  Ten of it.  that is maybe the only chance he has to crawl out of it.  maybe read a memoir of someone I’ve never heard of.  Everything shaking.  Pull myself up off the floor.  Cassavettes.  Need to have a wet shave. Need to get that silver age omnibus.  Been watching the bay a lot lately.  If only it had been anyone but Slater that mess of a baboon story could have worked.  Still, the other two almost made it happen.  Another thousand today as my overall value continues to decline.  My sleeves are rolled up.  Ezada.  Lovely.  Cracked blue.  Denier . flowing black.  Need to get doom generation.  Thought I had but no.  traci lords and jesus lizard accompany me as I near the final stretch of the first down under iteration.  You them her wear the tights!  One of the greatest lines of all time?  recently shot my load.  All I could afford was the feet but it was more than enough.  My tummy hearts.  Probably eat some microwavable slop for dinner.  The day goes by fast when you sleep through half of it.  fearless has been added to the list.  I recently finished reading a book and watched the film adaptation that same night and greatly enjoyed them both.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  And the lights came up.  Happened so quick that the lights came up.  Golding.  All shames exposed.  It was like the times before but there was something hopelessly lost.  My creep eyes staring around and zoning on something undeserving.  I go out so I can experience the good and proper self loathing.  I crave humiliation and need to feel normal.  I’m reading about a unicorn.  Been watching a lot of good movies lately.  I understand too these strange texts I am seeking out.  Akin to religion.  Even through fear, the need for something more helps to offset the failure and futility of my pathetic existence.  How sad.  Roberts creepy in 80.  But great.  zwan really cranked apparently.  Redbricked.  Not the right word.  But so much like that later raw mix of power.  Violent.  The proof is in the pudding, he said.  Regina, the nicest of all of them on the home shopping channel.  Missing Sofia.  Replacement parts are not adding up.  You go to the familiar place of sin for relief only to be crippled again and again by that punishing absence.  I lost my zwan stickers.  I’ve shown a lack of self control recently.  So sad.  So someone last night.  Pink lace brassiere.  The pounds and inches melt off when you imbibe less.  Or do they?  The more I learn the less I want to know.   Scream 2 is among my very favorites.  Air smells good.  Sinn rewarded with a pantyhose clad foot pic.  Yawning lately. Need to drink some coffee.  Need to have a wet shave.  Mayhem still working.  I’m so empty.  The turner stuff almost reads too well, too fluid and genre oriented.  Why can’t I just disappear?!  Gotta disappear! Gotta disappear!  Water.  An arcade.  A brother? A twin?  Shoots on the warrior. Killing massive crab aliens.  I miss so much.  Bruiser had his place in the business.  White man’s burden.  two really terrific asses.  You can have whatever you want.  Double whiskey and three screwdrivers later I was stumbling through the dark.  Now the coffee has me.  I’m all a jitters.  The Turner stuff has me.  deonna.  My alcoholism has become too prevalent.  Or has it?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Whole place reeks of sausage.  Ate sausage for dinner last night and for breakfast this morning.  Probably gonna buy a meatball sub later on.  The soul stuff.  All this hippy new age crap.  Crystals.  Someone standing in the corner.  Couldn’t perform when it was asked of me.  sex is alien.  Cake in a can!  Severed rubber hands covered in blood!  That one’s for.  You have to live!!!  An old western saloon in an underground military base.  No one important around last night.  Not entirely true.  Tomatoes.  Was watching Barbarella last night.  Melted screwdriver has me.  thought it sounded like a good idea til I realized he was talking about murder.  Brutal fucking murder!!!  But is that really necessary.  Time to open up a can.  I don’t like chunky soup.  I like stew though.  Renie!  I like things that don’t make sense.  I got a lot of negative balances.  Pulping.  Everything shaking.  The buck stops here.  playing dice on wood.  Should I read the Roth bio?  Need to read a more boring life.  The Excessive Machine.  Need to get some sun.  I’m deteriorating.  Been drinking a lot of pineapple juice lately and it is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  I miss you dreadfully.  Maybe I am being given clues as to how to proceed.  Just gotta write it all down.  and stay indoors.  Muse gone.  Amazon in booty shorts.  Terrific ass.  I don’t know me.