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Loved the phrasing of the word championship. Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  May make a sojourn to see the Symbol of Purity again.  Though it may be in vain.  That’s okay though. It’s always about the journey, not the destination.  Or is it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  Then I think I’ll find a park bench, plant my ugly ass in it and read for a while under the light of the sun, soak up all that glorious vitamin d I’ve been lacking all this time.  I will rewalk one of the paths of sin in the process, maybe might my old self while in the midst of sinning, prelude to greater sins.  Maybe I’ll just keep going back and meeting all these old sinning iterations of myself  but never able to stop the bigger sins that are coming.  I’ll probably get a beer at some point.  In a few days I plan to eat some shrimp and troll some dirty disgusting dives.  And such is the nature of wisdom.  But that ultimate contest is still a ways off which makes me wonder what and when the next appearances will be.  The Dark Angel has me.  read more of Alec last night, tempered it with Fantastic Four (Byrne era).  Two two two right now.  in numerology, the angel number 222 is often associated with balance, harmony, and the importance of trust the universe’s guidance.  Perhaps this is a sign involving the Symbol of Purity.  Or perhaps it is telling me to continue to avoid the Dangerous Sacred.  It has been weeks since I’ve allowed myself to indulge in the Dangerous Sacred and my mind and spirit has been healthier as a result.  But then, this recent new brand of sinning came about.  I can never truly be good, only varying degrees and styles of bad.  I looking up Tate’s SNL performance.  I know what music I’ll be listening to on the sojourn. But first I need a shower and a wet shave.  A parcel is on its way.  Still need machine man and devil dinosaur and twenty oh one.  and what came at the end with the new imprint.  Perhaps Malibu.  For some reason I’m thinking of a sting ray.  Speaking of, about to head out to lunch.  Think I’ll have the anchovy loaf to start and then devil-ray filet, deep-fried in beer batter.  And to drink I’ll probably have something with tequila.  Then I’ll take a walk under all that glorious vitamin d, start to feel real sloppy from the combination of liquor and sun and take a nap under the shade of a great oak, possibly thinking about the Symbol of Purity as I drift off.  ah, now there is an Italian who is not Italian, but gender swapped this time, the second Italian who is not Italian.  Roman colloquialisms have me.  Of course, devoted to the higher power.  So says the chosen ones.  This makes sense, what with the proximity to the Symbol of Purity.  Information gather.  Times noted . information is so crucial.  Lives are planned around information.  Brief break to indulge in my time honored electrocution fantasy.  Ugly bloated white trash below continues hacking up what’s left inside of her but now it mostly causes me to grin uncontrollably.  Sometimes I like to sit by an open window and then try to copy as closely as I can the hack she produces, trying to use my perfect pitch to get it just right.  Six years in the desert.  Ten or eleven years since the familiarity of…the circus?  Why is that memory tinged with the circus.  But it was longer ago than that because that was at the end of the time of familiarity.  How about them cowboys?  That was the crucial moment. No one should ever think about me.  frequently.  I liked the way that word sounded.  I like when people don’t bother to hide their general unhappiness.  I’m not really a fan of margaritas but I recently had one that was to my liking due its relative size.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Seven hundred is a natural number.  The air smelled good outside today.  There was a dirty bum digging through the garbage.  I did give some thought to the colors I was seeing and the smell of the air and the Italian who is not Italian.  Collared shirt to t-shirt.  Time where there was not so much responsibility.  Could only detect the sins in retrospect.  Seeing at a ball late into the night?  Of course, I think as my head goes light, how utterly proper.  Made a tactical error.  Sun was in his eyes during the next caffeine fix.  Asked to return.  Remembered the rictus.  Multiple mentions of remembering the rictus.  Nice to be remembered any way.  Or is it? the more I learn the less I want to know . recalled company.  Working a lot.  Closing and then many an activity.  There is potentially a grand duology forming. And also a neat reminder of how most of us – myself more than anyone – never amount to anything in our sad little lives.  We remain desperately clinging to the most meager signs of life.  the chance that our ship might come in.  BUT WHEN IT DOES IT IS ALWAYS FILLED WITH PLAGUE RATS!!!!!  Same music as predicted on the sojourn.  Trepidation is going down.  quiet time is the right time.  everything is always temporary.  Everything’s eventual.  I recently drank a can of what I believe was apricot juice.  However I am still thirsty and as such am going to drink a tall glass of tepid tap water (my favorite).  Yes, I do believe with additional reports generated and sent regarding the Italian who is not Italian (the second one, the silver age one if you will, or perhaps the post crisis one), the scenes in his mind of meeting late at the ball will be much clearer.  I just need to be in tangier and strung out while all this is going one.  need a drink.  Hey guys.  Said with a lovely smile.  Recollections of the….  Tanner now. 

flower (like name of the restaurant in connection with but here symbolizing a symbol)

 

Woke up thinking about that symbol of purity.  I have her in my mind’s eye now.  or do I?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Plans are forming.  My focus is razor sharp now, sharper than it has been in ages (or at least a week or so).  Your old pal Jimmy Adjudication is trying to be more responsible about money these days now that he has none!  But back to that symbol.  A bold new obsession is taking hold. Have to be patient.  The long game is always key.  I have a craving for shrimp.  Maybe I’ll go get some creole and soul food later on!  That silver age superman omnibus has gone up in price.  If it goes out of print I’m going to take a big steaming crap in the palm of my hands and then scarf it down.  it’s good for the environment to recycle.  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Do I need to read more scientific journals?  Should I order 4 e-books on radiation?  A giant skull tattooed on a giant ass clothed in red and black lace panties.  I was lying on the floor reading a book, occasionally smelling the pages.  My stubble gave off the scent of dried fish juice.  Gonna drink some coffee and pepto.  Need to read more alec.  Balbina again.  And some goth bunny offering no kisses.  There’s too many questions.  I might have a big lunch tomorrow.  Always scumbags on that side.  HERE I COME TO SHIT MY PANTS (set to heroic music accompaniment).  Gonna cook some chicken now.  Love a cookout (mind if I smoke?)!  continuing chronicling the activities and victories of the Dark Angel.  Though victories cannot last forever, I will be in your corner for life.  which isn’t worth a good goddamn because I have the most pathetic and useless life of anyone around .  but it’s all I have to offer.  Red this time.  deep red (applicable but also a reference).  black mane always on point.  Don’t believe the belt could really come into play.  Oh, should specify this was last night but viewed today.  Very complete arsenal.  Dragon screw still love.  Very technically proficient.  On ground and in air.  Twenty one devil’s kisses.  Twenty one devil’s kisses!  Concern with the thumb.  But who knows about the validity of anything anymore?!  seemed to get very good pops, from the very opening seen with luggage and red shear (color on point) to then the actual commencement and then throughout.  Very good pops.  Babyface then?  Not sure if this is a problem now but perhaps more definition on this in the future?  Pops would seem to indicate a babyface.  But some of the iconography leans more toward heel.  Or do they?  The more I learn the less I want to know.  The respect to the genius certainly seems more babyface.  Dark Angel.  Both?  Pleased that for the time being this has been a weekly component of my increasingly empty life.  need to buy paper towels and laundry detergent.  And a bag of small avocados when I have the chance.  Reptile.  Filthy lesson . summer of every night for a while.  The 3 disc artist emancipation came at me at a very important time in my life.  I purchased a used copy with a broken case at a place that no longer exists while accompanied by a then dear friend who is no longer a friend.  then I took it with me across many  miles, to many towns, through many adventures.  That last word really isn’t appropriate since my life has been entirely unremarkable.  But it has been with me for a while.  Or has it?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  I like to write from the gutters.  Poor dunce.  Odorless man.  soon break out again.  Along with…you know how to whistle.  Did it again but the symbol of purity was there and then not there.  need to wait.  Need to have more patience . new musings on the horizon  but can there be anything deeper?  All so sordid.  That particular side of life offers only dissatisfaction . was listening to some minimalistic organ music last night while letting my life pass me by.  I ordered a few books online today. I need to reread the second book by  my current favorite podcaster.  Technical challenge.  Mine has a purple cover.  It’s nice, modern aesthetic seemingly uniform to all current editions.  Minimal in a way I like.  Still, maybe I’d like to see if I can find a relatively inexpensive original hardcover to order from the incredibly dangerous website ebay.  Nope.  No can do.  I just checked and all copies are out of my price range.  Such is the life of sad broke ass Jimmy Adjudication.  but man, I do so love the cover of that original hardcover.  Or do i? the more I learn the less I want to know.  I’ll just have to stick with my modern softcover.  That’s okay. I can accept that.  the text is what matters.  The language.  the prose style.  The prose style is everything. People who focus so much on plot just don’t get it.  simpletons. Trolls.  Feel sorry for them.  But what do I know?!  I’m just a poor professional gooner!  Time to drink what’s left in my bottle of pepto.  Thinking of the symbol of purity now.  thinking I should have hanged myself with the scarf that beautiful woman made for me all those years ago.  I like the word “cocksman.”  I wish there was someone in my life who I could describe as “a real cocksman.”  Just ordered an old Freedom Fighters comic.  May order an old Wonder Woman comic before the night is up.  Savvy readers will remember the reasons why from my last post.  She was wearing a police outfit.  Things don’t happen in order.  I want to eat shrimp soon.  I was crying a lot yesterday while thinking about zombies and dread; guy in before times three .

seven plus one, trying to memorize acrylic colors and ink designs (always ink), want to be so close, once on face commence hyperventilate

 

Ugly misshapen white trash from down below spent the better part of the night hacking up a lung and she’s still at it this morning.  It sends me into titters of giggles.  Went for a haircut this morning.  Or did i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  After the haircut I stopped by a local coffee dive to purchase a medium black iced Americano.  Small piece of fabric up the glorious big ass.  A real breath of fresh ass.  Bending over with such grace and skill to pour the hot coffee over the cold ice.  Take everything I have!  Take all the cash I have for that skill with the hot coffee pouring! 

And now it’s a prelude to an uh!  A mixture of personalities as the whole day contained so much color, joy and shame!  Your old pal Jimmy Adjudication here to report that nothing has changed on the financial front!  Still waiting to hear something, anything, from somebody!  Fortunately, I’d vowed during these uncertain times to rack up even more credit card debt and so far I have been succeeding with great aplomb!  With great relish and sauerkraut!  I managed to scrounge up roughly one hundred fifty dollars cash American but that will closely be wasted on booze.  Drank a lot of coffee today though.  So much so that I’m trembling as I write this and my stomach is in considerable pain.  That’s why I have pepto though.  Landlord called too.  All my life – it’s such a shame shame shame.  But then at some point I learned that the Dark Angel will return tonight and my spirits were lifted.  Savvy readers may recall that the ongoing exploits of the Dark Angel are one of the only things keeping me alive these days. 

Lets not bury the lead any longer than necessary.  Clashing of events now.  all the mundanity of my life gloriously out of order.  Went to the bank at one point. Man, this prose is really suffering. My writing has gone to shit.  Even more than normal.  Two parcels arrived at my domicilio today.  Or did they?!  The more I learn the less I want to know.  One was a book that I want to read.  Or do i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  The other is from the wagon that is now tens of miles up the road ahead of me.  ah, the sunshine state.  Ah, glorious commerce.  Ah, the joys that must be inherent to repeat customers. Bonus tightly sealed in a Ziploc bag.  Five stars.  Satisfaction guaranteed.  Inventory on a yellow postit note.  Tryouts . then multiple layers.  Can’t breathe!!!  Then another immediate buy before it is too late. But for me, it’s always too late. Same for your old pal Jimmy Adjudication.  for losers like us it is always too late.  Somewhere in the midst of all this, helping to bookend the total lack of workday was a glorious new discovery.  There, a little Shangri la in the middle of the desert.  Hmmm, you’ve been here before, haven’t you?  I’m certain.  I never forget a face.  what was with all the nerves. You’re a grown man, damnit.  Or are you?!  The more I learn the less I want to know.  Dead time.  only one around.  Still at the right for two lists of choices to be offered.  Yes, I had a big ethnic meal early afternoon and also imbibed some soft alcohol.  Spending money you don’t have is one of the great pleasures of life and one of the grandest institutions that make up this great country, this united states .  the meal left me feeling bloated and disgusting as is my wont.  Yet, glorious, another breath of fresh…somehow even greater than that of the dawn.  Stupendous, astounding . truly wonderful.  Tears up, best thing that’s happened to him in a long time?!  hard to say.  Or is it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  But that coupled with the parcel, it was all too much.  Overload . couldn’t stop thinking about.  Manicured to infinity.  Plying the skills of language.  so glorious in all the rotations.  Near the wild heart now.  casually evil.  Throwing furniture around.  All my children are going to grow up to be serial killers.  Ah, the great clarity of things.  floor stained.  And what did he want with this bountiful beauty?  Why of course, for her to have a big satisfying meal, for to her to eat hardy with great delights.  And then later on bring about lovely emasculation, love subjugation .  to blow beautiful hot ones right in his face, laughing and berating all the while.  The simple complex pleasures of life.  face full of contamination now.  sneezing all the time.  a glorious new obsession is taking hold  purity, beauty.  The Christianity symbol of this has no play here.  need to wash my face and secure my belongings. 

And so where do we end up?!  Why, of course I’m trying to put together a collection of various silver, bronze and modern age comics. Very specific ones.  I’ve been making a list as I currently have no scratch to order any of them but the list is ever vigilant, ever growing!  I’ll be ordering them all from that incredibly risky site ebay.  I’m not going for the copies in the greatest condition.  I’m fine with fair condition on these comics.  Either way, the jolly mailman always bends the shit out of whatever s/he puts into my mailbox so it doesn’t really matter anyway (possessed person screams).  Such is the perennially pathetic existence of one J. Adjudication.  I think I’ll eat a slice of bread with peanut butter on it.  then I’ll write longhand in my diary.  My most intimate thoughts.  I miss you dreadfully.  The lack of purity is growing.  All those betting I would survive this are surely regretting their decision now.  felt very faint there for a moment.  The little death.  Want to come quick then die.  All the soaring days.  I’ll be back. oh how I’ll be back.  I’m rotted on the inside.    

floral paper paid less for less amphibian puppet felt nothing out the patriotic place first sign of disaster ignored then wine then too late

 

Reminiscing over the massive palm springs ass.  It was truly a glorious sight.  Black leggings.  Black hair . I have a check for five dollars American.  Slime at one point.  Sexy slime.  Replacing venetian blinds.  I wasn’t exactly dressed for disco dancing!  I am writing these words under considerable duress.  Or am i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.  So difficult to find amalbert content.  Not difficult, no.  but I need more.  How did all this begin?  How did I slip into this?  Recollections of the….  Yes, stream makes the most sense.  Dumb ugly white trash lady down below me hacking up a lung.  What is it with the white trash that live so near me that they have such trouble breathing and love to show that off to all the neighbors?  Fucking idiots.  Blondie star and venus has me.  but that’s just the day’s culmination.  Not even the full culmination just the day. shut the fuck up already, I said.  dumb ugly white trash.  Shame white trash loves to have so many kids.  They’re always ugly kids too.  What’s up with that?  anyway, the wagon trailed way way up.  Me thinks he was feeling a tad bit stressed and began looking for relief in all the wrong places (should have went for icy hot! Apropos of nothing).  And so commerce came to the rescue.  Goods and/or services of real value exchanged for currency plain.  The essence of commerce!  So hard to find these days what with all the crackdowns.  Wonder how it will be in the future [where we all have flying cars!  And when we’re busy populating other planets (rolls eyes)]  plastic transactions.  Fast forward to him sitting in his car in a busy parking lot after having just walked around a large conglomerate twice for various no good reasons (though one involving ‘za).  Recollections of the….  Difficult to have nostalgia for such a destructive force but there it is.  Mouth hungry.  Remember a light blue.  Remembering washing dishes.  Not finished washing dishes.  A red shirt at a very patriotic place.  Everything before so comparatively innocent.  The moments back and forth on the blue.  Completely undoing everything that had come before.  Summarized in a humble collection (truly underground).  Remember falling down that hill? Remember dancing with that nun?  In the center of the ring just like a….  no cause yet for such mileage (except the main cause) but likely very soon.  Homemade Christmas dessert.  The lack of experience was brutal.  But I am in their corners for life.  Or am I?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Yes, I am!  Star has me.  should I make myself comfortable?  A burgundy I think.  Very close up.  And everything ceasing it’s functionality right on schedule.  Way back with the rhapsody in blue.  The creepiness of it all.  Way too complimentary.  Nicest or most caring, something to that effect.  Doesn’t add up.  Coal black.  Of course, the friend.  the friend who has a dual meaning in all of this sloppy slippery mess.  The witness.  Betrayal on top of betrayal.  once purchased a hot dog late at night at a gas station.  Then the ice princess (think carefully).  So cruel and hateful and bountiful.  Long time no see.  Through he remembered that he needed to do a load of laundry.  The same one he’s done half a dozen times in the past couple weeks as his selection of outfits continues to dwindle.  Needed for the morning tasks.  Which include a necessary removal.  And  so another unexpected image to help grow the feverish state.  Face card strong.  Right on the chin.  Never exactly the same from the old days of two.  For there was another sink there.  a different sink than the one mentioned earlier.  A generous act.  A position of generosity.  Looking right at the corner of the room all the while.  Recently drank some orange and had some chicken wings.  Generous selection at the establishment.  Heightening the feverish recollections of the….  The other night. Single braid was everything.  Nights before that, blurred black dress.  Yes, so unexpected this.  But very intuitive.  Night before at some dive.  Soft in the middle and red on top.  Need a new dive.  I’ve oversaturated myself at my current one.  oh no, digging through old recollections in search of the missing means and modes of the glorious palm springs ass.  Remembering a lovely goodbye.  Ah all the thoughts of the full generous culturally appropriate meals and the giggles. After effects and punishment.   Of course, can’t be entirely complete without remembrances of the chain of command.  Forest green t-shirt that shouldn’t but did.  something laid to rest to atop a yellow plastic bin.  Borrowed then returned then borrowed again.  Black with white stripes.  Beige with black stripes.  So different approach. Ultimately oddly uncoordinated. Tiny tiny. What did it all mean?  We lost our souls some where.  Dropped them on the road before falling off the wagon .  need to drink more juice.  And now the collage growing.  Everything more real when not truly experienced.  One of my ultimate fantasies involved being knocked out with an industrial haptic feedback robotic arm and thus made to look foolish.  In many of my fantasies I have a stupid look on my face.  thinking about electricity a lot . and humiliating failure.  Many of my fantasies involve humiliating failure on my part.  Which is to say that all of this is so controlling yet amounts to almost absolutely nothing at all.  Going back and forth from the dead serious to the smiling.  Imagining the moment of truth while going back and forth like that.  would it have been better to never have had the experience.  Very often, I think so.  But can’t really do a damn thing about it now.  Or can I?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Avoid apologizing if it’s only to make your conscience feel better.  I can see the unraveling.  And then by the fire kissing leather.  Before that a fake holiday with a 24 hour pass.  A year or more of ugliness masquerading as joy.  All brought about by yours falsely.  Maybe I’ll eat frosted flakes in the morning. 

learned nothing from our previous healthy enough feels like a just don't know when to not exactly a so what you gonna tell him

 

All my parcels are late.  The rituals must continue.  Hope to eat some catfish soon, continue the search.  I’m hungry for Dark Angel updates.  I need to be fed. I’m writing this from the gutters of the city.  For breakfast I had a slice of wheat bread, a slice of medium cheddar cheese, a banana and black coffee.  Or did i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  I started the day off watching an action movie.  once I have some money there’s a few silver age and bronze age comics I wanna buy.  Emphasis on supes and diana ,Vinnie and maybe ramona.  Shit like that.  (if I had not met Ramona….  Time to crank now that the weather is heating up, odorless man, poor dunce, need to read pushing ahead again).  Maybe go see black as coal later, rituals have me.  just a wet ploppy little crap.  Sister salvation. Jill.  These days days days.  I don’t even have the scratch for a basket of catfish and shrimp.  Such is the sad pathetic life of your old pal Jimmy Adjudication.  all I can do is work my inches to some clips of pantyhose clad feet.  Somebody wanna send me some money via cashapp so I can go eat some catfish and shrimp and then get utterly wasted afterward?!  I’ve been drinking a lot less these days and it’s really doing a number on my system!  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Always forget about sweetest thing cause I’m a dumbass.  But that fits . that is it.  zoo from yesterday and few other sentiments that make up the emotionally and spiritually resonant comparable flesh and blood and heart and soul funneled to a mix.  I see glitter, no, sparkles, maybe, color, something lush, spring and summer, eat the, take away the…and the anger.  Eating a carrot now during a time of great reflection.  Recently reacquainted myself with one of my all time favorite asses.  I’m nothing if a not a voyeur.  Two for the price of one.  drank two steaming hot mugs of the consistently weakest coffee I’ve ever had in my miserable worthless life.  Coal black.  Haven’t I been alluding to this?  Rituals have me.  my God, how many years has it been now?  at least an unlucky number of them.  Somewhere around there.  recollections of a Buddha.  Recollections of dancing with a tempestuous nun.  Photography of a cheetah woman.  Falling down a hill.  Pity drink (such a pity).  The standard drink.  Glorious red tie.  Better not be cheating on me.  do you like our new shirts . summer.  Current unexpected fear of flying delaying the next in a long line of frequent vacations . both glorious.  Can never shake this.  Big gutted now.  lot of heft.  Always in the off season.  The electricity fantasies, the glorious subjugation.  Schedules.  Oh how glorious the suffocation would be.  (oh the sweet suffering). On an unrelated note I really need to read or reread a Clive book very soon.  It is now the season and I don’t want to miss the seasonal ambience.  Or do i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  My God I remember everything. The rhapsody in blue.  Been years since the rhapsody in blue.  I am doomed.  There is a dual nature to the addiction.  I just took a tremendous crap shortly after reminiscing about and researching the geneology of O.  those truly were the days.  Looking back I’m not sure how it all could have happened that way.  I remember, the ten days, the ten entries, that were required.  New year new life. That was the beginning of the end.  Fashioned a scarf. Time to end it all?  Always reeking of raw sewage nearby.  I recall those years.  Public assistance.  So many failures.  That’s for there benefit?  Dropped into the suggestions box.  Free nachos.  Red and blue and magenta and black.  Samson and Delilah.  Just took a tremendous crap!  She’s a peach.  My God how could I forget that the rhapsody in blue began as a peach?!  So many years ago.  The code word was peanut butter and the code word was used so quickly! Peanut butter peanut butter!  Once was a friend.  so many iterations, now forever lost.  But if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that anything lost can be found again.  I didn’t actually say that.  last night, single braid.  Caught looking.  Lot of scumbags everywhere.  Faux leather.  Oh God how I despise myself.  Nothing has changed.  Lot of wasted time trying to find yourself.  How sad to always be resorting back to yourself.  The best thing I could ever do is to make myself disappear.  Need to reread that book with the green cover.  Maybe I’ll go to a bookstore later today but I doubt it.  a jar of pickled eggs would make things better.  I need to eat more pickled food. Now remembering double you.  Was double you the beginning of it all?  Need a staple.  Always needed a staple.  Some three times in a row, wandering around a geometrical building.  Confrontation in a quiet area.  Forest green, lush, black.  Face card every time. and then floral arrangements.  Life is so sad.  Prior, the substitute for love.  Written word in the annual.  Why did all of these things come about.  The mystery of myself is too dull and inconsequential to invents any real time into solving.  Probably going to eat a heavy lunch.  I had a heavy dinner last night and it was disgusting.  If I have money tomorrow I’m gonna go get some catfish and shrimp.  Or will i? the more I learn the less I want to know.  Real shrimp!  She was tempted by the shrimp.  Then later that night she blasted real hot ones right in my face, laughing with sick amusement.  The debasement of it all!  The joys of emasculation.  Sweetest thing again.  Memory provides comfort and sadness.  I don’t like leaving my posh flat.  I don’t like people.  I typically regret going out in public.  Regret.  Shadows.  Chase our.  I wasn’t there when it counted.  Waiting on a parcel. 

the end of sacred geometry and blandness and arms?! kiss me, no one ever said

 

Wish nia would accidentally injure me. she loves carbs. Thinking about harvo.  Those early inks.  Thinking about aparo.  The experiments in black during that run.  Janson.  Williams.  And now Vinnie.  And I’m thinking about a conspicuous absence.  I was only peripheral to that goodbye but was it a goodbye goodbye?  Maybe in a clinic for substance abuse problems.  More curiosity than anything else.  Nothing truly meaningful here.  bit players all around.  No news on the financial front for your old pal Jimmy Adjudication.  can’t even afford a Costco hotdog.  I would kill for one of those right now.  with extra kraut and relish.  Or would i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Seems appropriate for this disappearance to happen right now, near a time of quasi completion.  Maybe time to let some bad habits fade and look for some new ones.  If this is it, how to best summarize it?  it began with a thumbs up.  It began with sacred geometry.  You get the fuck out of here!  it began with a green motorcycle.  No, that was actually much later on.  Peach.  Cloudy or stormy.  Cloudy like French but that has nothing to do with this.  Little fruit bat and a cartoon bear.  Screamo shit.  Throwin’ back mouthwash.  I thought it was seven, said with incredulity, alongside another who has vanished, the real center of it all.  Reading about vampires.  Sitting by yourself.  Ah the glories of substance abuse.  Lot of laughter.  The night where four people had the same name!  drinking glitter!  Drinking shit out of a can!  Taking a little tour.  The death of a friend who hadn’t been in contact for a while due to the jealousy of a then current significant other.  More odd parallels. What does it all mean.  Asking permission for a hug.  Walking halfway back to a vehicle.  Chance encounters at the same while feeling so fucking angry.  Big furry coat.  Yeah, brutha, yeah.  high . not too much to say at the culmination of things.  maybe never really much there at all.  People just sort of cling to one another out of blind dumb necessity and convince themselves it’s meaningful but it’s more just about proximity.  Totaled.  This is definitely a vibe.  Thank you for being patient.  Bland.  How’s your scotch?  That’s about it. probably some other things I’m forgetting that’ll come back to me at some point.  No hundreds of thousands this time.  though evidently there is a problem at hand being witnessed.  Silly ass, how could I forget.  Belinda.  and then an oil man (not HW).  Beast boy on the breast.  Mystical crystals and taking out the trash.  Then it all went ghost (nothing to do with killjoys, alas).  And prior to it all the dark one eyed man.  how strange and offputting, forced communication from across the room.  Double date denied.  Usually don’t but you’re different.  Obvious but effective translator tactics.  Obvious but effective needing a ride tactics. Then too strong gotta back down.  please just leave me the fuck alone . then confrontation, all linking back in now, to the one is not a bit.  Noticing.  Text me saucy.  Look at it and laugh while drunken and on bright red sheets.  Where’s my cowboy hat?! There, is that it?!  almost.  Atrocious singing by way of apology for the apocalyptic doomsaying whilst blitzed on hard narcotics.  Nice arms.  Delroy with the nom.  Corny is way off base in one or two aspects.  Same shit every time . babyface babyface.  Need to get back into it. need to drive around.  I just took a tremendous squelchy crap!  Could for some bangers and mash later but I don’t have any fucking money.  Not even for beer!  Tough skin!  Dense bone!  Ass trumpet symphony!  That zappa collection with the dolphins is pretty rad.  I’m such a piece of shit.  Pull your head out of your ass, baybay!  I don’t know what’s what.  She’s everywhere, all over the place.  Think I’ll have a can of chili for dinner.  Pretty nice day out.  Feels like I have found the musical equivalent.  The collection that most encompasses the emotional variance down under.  Zoo.  These days days days.  Of course there is also the dogs in the rain and gross timmy and turning into dust.  And remember the ones who have fallen.  And something spiritual and mythic happening in a very dark way on a fast moving European train.  Of course, to see you, so sweet.  Mimicry of the ball . my whole life is a work.  so much time gone since.  Like horses.  More rewiring.  Glorious debasement.  If I had any balls at all I’d go for a drive later.  Just had a rich dinner of cold chunky beef chili with beans straight out of the can along with a tall glass of tepid tapwater (my favorite) to wash it all down.  that’s the kind of charmed life you lead when you’re Jimmy Adjudication!  still need to buy a bag of spuds.  I’m determined to make unsalted unbuttered unsourcreamed unpeeled boiled spuds a regular part of my diet.  I have the pan, I have the tapwater but what I still lack are the spuds.  Need to reacquaint myself with the robert works.  The earliest canonical was so inspirational.  And then I see more consistency than I originally allowed.  First experienced with someone who was once a close friend but is now a stranger.  Ink again.  Always ink. A life dedicated to nothing.  Looking for coal black.  Rituals have me.  a brazil bbw facesitting. Reading comics makes me feel good.  Or does it?! the more I learn the less I want to know. I never quite matured into a worthwhile human being.  No progress on the Dark Angel today and the emptiness I am experiencing just shows how hopeless and dependent I became.  Remember that time I stood up at the bar?!  I’ve been trading off that story for years now.  bartender had a terrific cellulite ridden ass that she was damn proud of showing off!  gonna eat an avocado soon.  Just can’t take this.

maybe go see some sacred geometry, plastic, waiting on shipping news

 

Super nice bridge!  Elegant! (well did you evah).  Too sexy!  Spent a fair amount of time traversing the foul cw app.  Lot of wal mart.  Lot of bass singer, who doesn’t look as cute as she used to after using the mounjaro (tirzepatide).  That’s mean.  I’m a cowardly ass.  She’s still very pretty, I just preferred her appearance before the drugs.  I’m no one to talk.  I’m ugly as fuck!  Heard there were a couple of drunk guys way up in the rafters!  Making comments about a wagon (not the wagon that is several miles ahead of me and that I’m struggling to catch up to).  What are the implications of it all?  What are we doing to these people?  I boiled an egg while trying to advance to the main.  Is there any food more sexualized than the boiled egg?  They’re awesome.  Though I’m not really a big eggs fan.  Or am i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Need to revisit Copenhagen.  Often on my mind.  Do do do do-do do do do do .  or more like dun dun dun dun-dun dun dun dun dun.   I just took a tremendous crap.  Dislocating the right thumb.  Worshipping the high priestess.  Such precision.  Clean.  Strong desire to feel bad again.  It’s been too long (roughly one week).  Pointing to harlem prior to the devil’s kiss.  Bend your knees!  Belt looking good on the velvet plush.  CRACK! Dragon screw.  Cono!  Spots at the end.  Lot of continuity in so few days.  That was very good.  Were there a couple of no sells or was it all happenstance?  These are the questions that will forever remain unanswered.  Was an excellent 3 days.  (last night I met a boy).  Losing love to find romance.  When the feelings take hold, everything else leaves me.  I feel a bit  sleepy but it’s a nice feeling . summoning gone wrong.  Cat girl familiar.  That’s right!  I was looking for that book with the green cover!  Think I’ll reread that one book about women.  Or will i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  When will they have the mini corndogs on the menu?!  Time to login and see if the luck has changed for your old pal Jimmy Adjudication!  I’m excited to see!  I’m trying to be excited about more things these days!  Let’s see!  Nope!  Still the same! Man, I am such a fucking loser!  At least I have a wet shave to look forward to.  Few things make me feel as refreshed as a wet shave.  It’s good to do things out of order sometimes.  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know . is it important to find a show that you can while while surfing your phone?  Is all hope lost?  Donut in the sky.  Need to read more underground and independent comics.  Need to stop being such a fucking loser.  Need to read more silver age superman comics.  Need to get that romance collection with all the Vinnie colletta inks . and all his wonder woman shit!  And all the Kirby collaborations.  I feel physically ill.  Ugly white trash mom below me screaming profanities at her bratty shitty kids.  I worry I may never obtain closure.  I’ll just keep writing about you.  That would be okay I guess.  I recently drank some black coffee and ate a carrot.  I’ll definitely listen to Addison’s debut album when it comes out.  A big greasy bucket of disgusting KFC sounds pretty good right now.  good for that one guy for staying on the crew and making it happen.  I’m always too much of a candyass to be a team player or making anything happen.  I’m just too infatuated with failure.  I love self-sabotaging so much!  Right now I’m erupting into fits of girlish giggles while I think about how much I love self-sabotage and how much I make it happen.  I recall a woman who’s used hosiery I gleefully wrapped around my head once told me that I always self-sabotage but she meant it as an admonishment!  That reminds me to read a little more of that shitty violator comic (cool art though).  Oh man, her smelly used hosiery did me a world of good.  Went off like a pop gun every time!  I recently ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That’s my dinner.  With a glass of soy milk.  Cause cows are for calves . I miss drinking on the job and bullshitting witchu’.  Am looking forward to corny’s full review of the two days.  Easton’s podcast is my current fave.  So informative.  So helpful with discoveries. Absolutes seem predominantly unspoilable.  Anyone wanna lend me twenty bucks so I can go buy a drink?  Man, some poor bastard outside my window is really hacking up a lung.  Whoops, dropped my balls!  70’s flicks are so rad.  Need to go back to anna.  Alpha. Just like Caution, I’m something of a caustic asshole myself.  Need to get more coffee.  I drank too much coffee recently.  I punched a hole in the wall of my apartment recently and my children are going to live inside of it.  need to buy some spicy sausage but I don’t have any money.  Aaron reveals plan.  Destroying the lab.  Uh.  Ritualistic return to form. I have three dollars left on a US Bank gift card!  Need to see an old non friend.  need to go to a department store.  Need to reacquaint myself with a reporter.  Need to undo sturdy wiring.  Feel a bit dizzy now.  it’s all coming back to me now.  is there something missing?  What happens when the old atrocities don’t work for you anymore? We have to go away and dream it up all over again.  Need to listen to that album with the gray cover.  I need a drink.  No nonsense.  Hook movie looks fine.  Poster nostalgia.  I like being in the tunnel.  I don’t want to escape the bad parts of myself.  They are the most steadfast, true and reliable things about me. 

pile of crap, tub o' mayo

A lack of self control can wreak havoc on one’s life.  Or can it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  Spent a fair amount of time last indulging in my fetish of being electrocuted.  Prior to that there were vampire and bunny women related fantasies.  It’s what was necessary for the testicular evacuations.  I’m ruled by fetish.  Or am i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Gonna listen to the beach boys and write some garbage for a bit.  Listening to some propaganda while I spilled more words over you.  The words came easy this time and felt true.  They may have been clunky.  They were most likely utter shit because I’m a terrible fucking writer.  but they came out hot and fast like burning red diarrhea gloriously shooting out! And they felt true.  I was able to express just a little bit of proper ugliness and within that ugliness find something true.  Making wine in my garage.  Happy to have found duel.  I must take that as a sign.  Locked door.  Felt like graham driving through the city, the propaganda accompaniment.  Akin to loving the alien.  Unusually nice clean driving.  Need to revisit.  Strong as I am.  It’s all like glass.  Calling sister.  My my someone fetch a.  Marble.  All for the best.  The wagon is moving on up the road ahead of me.  flip side.  Did not drink any whiskey last night.  First time in a decade or so.  Just humble red wine.  It goes to my head.  This is the start of a bold new not quite as substance abusive era for your old pal Jimmy Adjudication!  brought about by glorious necessity as I don’t have money!  But things can’t be too.  Reacquainted with florida.  Was watching a really good movie last night before the quil took me out. Or was i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Maybe I’ll get a cheeseburger and some beer later.  That minx. She’s at it again right as the wagon moves on down the road ahead of me!  can be used for crafts.  Isn’t that ironic given my deep love of craft beer?  Maybe I’ll drink coffee instead.  Need to readjust my sleep schedule.  I’m a responsible adult.  Life is so depressing.  My God, I truly cannot overemphasize how much I love control room scenes in movies.  I just fucking adore them!  I had just finished watching a movie with fantastic control room scenes and I love them so much I immediately sought another movie with a bunch of control room scenes and they are to die for (van sant).  Perhaps that’s part of the reason I love the book Jurassic park so much.  That is a book with fantastic control room scenes.  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Bloated and disgusting again.  Time to take a shot of pepto and eat an avocado.  I wasn’t born, but rather, shit into existence.  The axiom of applicative inverses!  That was a little reference for all you math heads out there. excited for this evening.  Once again with the Dark Angel.  I’m so sad and pathetic.  I really really fucking hate myself.  Just at some cold pork and beans out of the can.  Think I’ll have a wet shave soon.  And such is the nature of wisdom!  Eating in an office is just so officious.  Have truer words ever been spoken?  The female jackal!  Never free never free!  Smiling photos in the red tie oh God smiling photos in the red tie I would kill!!!  My stomach is killing me.  reality is being invested into fiction but the fiction is more truthful than the reality.  My whole life is a work.  I’m so full of shit.  Thought I saw.  No, that’s not true I was looking through the windows of every vehicle that passed me.  man this violator stuff is pretty crap so far, nineties style but that’s okay cause it’s quick reasonably entertaining and trashy crap.  With great art.  Strange the associations with this one.  fond memories of utter dreck…fry your largesse.  Dying to return to strange new worlds.  Musical grand.  Numero una.  The depths I reach.  Reminded of a couple of sisters during the college years.  And a used cd.  The first one, much more synth pop. Til I drown.  Perfect.  Got me through it.  pulled out that old supreme book. boy did I fuck up royally. I’ve been on a good rhythm chronicling the beautiful rise of the Dark Angel and I thought I might continue that with this humble post given the title defense.  I did not watch live because I did not want to risk any buffering problems from the shittastic cock app and because I also wanted to write some other garbage. So my stupid as fuck ass cleverly thought I would wait til it was over and then watch with comfort.  after shuffling through 3 different apps (seriously, what the absolute fuck?!) I finally realize that the most recent episodes are not available right after airing and instead are uploaded the next day!!! God I am such a miserable worthless fucking piece of shit failure!  I am so sorry!!!!  I am very excited to continue this chronicling and I promise that next time I will better have my shit together.  A while ago I was remembering a terrible kisser who really turned me on.  Not exactly a looker but she really turned me on.  She had a terrific ass though.  God I feel so empty all the time.  and the wagon just continues putting miles between itself and myself.  I’ll have my morning coffee with the Dark Angel.  The only thing I have to look forward to because I’m such a piece of shit.  This one’s a real throwaway I’m afraid.  Bought an iced coffee earlier.  Wish I could smell the fishnets.  Cruise me.  I miss eating chicken wings even though I just had some a few days ago.  Man was there ever anything sexier than watching her just belch and totally rip ass in a pair of sweaty seamed pantyhose?! 

SSS (no coordinates, extra chocolatey cake, blue)

 

Is the Cher cover of Walking in Memphis one of my favorite songs?  Waiting around for the second part of that sexy superheroine clip to drop is intense!  I’m a goner and a gooner for sexy superheroine clips!  I’m pathetic.  I’m disgusting.  I recently took a tremendous crap!  I ate rice chex for breakfast!  Or did i?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  Reminded now of that great Italian movie about rice.  I have a gorgeous blu ray copy of it.  such a sexy film.  And that movie about the vampire ballerinas.  Too sexy!! Just ate some canned fish.  Still need to order that book of photographs but I don’t have any scratch!  Such is life for Jimmy Adjudication!  that one beach boys album is near perfect except for that piece of horsecrap that ends side one!  what the fuck were they thinking?!  I liked that movie about brian too.  The legendary Ina Black!  Just watched a movie I liked.  it had colors and talked about death.  DO DO DO DO DO.  could my old nemesis The Weasel be behind my most recent run of misfortune?!  Wish I had money for a beer.  I’m a big craft beer guy.  Just drank a steaming pot of coffee!  Would now be a good time to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?! Good ol’ Vinnie.  Need to obtain a stack of old dingy, yellowed mildewy comic books.  Erica truly was the most perfect Lois.  I’ve dropped many words on you.  Many thousands of words.  But I fear I still have many thousands more to go.  I truly am a bad person.  seeing that style funneled through English speakers was interesting.  Man, I’m such a shit writer.  reminiscing on the days when a Disneyworld employee sold me her used pantyhose.  Oh, what joy, what splendor, those lovely warm days.  Will there be any pegging in hell, asked one inquisitive gent?  Digital.  Digital justice! Do you remember that?  there’s nothing quite as good as strawberry!  Except maybe…cake!!!  Love kirby’s energy.  White trash progeny below me trying to build a dirt ramp for monster trucks and hot wheels. Reminds me a white trash movement in modern comics.  Little cars.  Man I really love the bangles first album.  It’s such a great pop slash new wave album.  Or is it? the more I learn the less I want to know.  It gives me great comfort.  as I go from dover beach to Liverpool.  It reminds me of you.  Spring is here and with it fresh new opportunities I can turn into more pathetic failures to add to my considerable list.  I’m a sad man infatuated with failure.  I’m also a climate control specialist.  It all started with baseball.  Love selena.  Listening to certain types of music gives me lovely hopeful feelings about people I’ve never met and moments I’ve never had.  it only becomes sad later on when I realize those feelings will never become a reality.  But that’s okay because I like sad.  I just took a nice squelchy crap!  Kerry king’s guitar sounded like dogshit the other day!  what was with that atrocious tone?!  Holy fuck, the Dark Angel will be us tonight.  Time zone revelations.  That is incredible. This push has been incredible.  I’m crying. Tears of joy.  Because after her all one can do is die.  Blue it seems.  Need to keep track of the colors.  CRACK!!!  Love green light.  Hi, little squirrel! Kids are so fucking stupid.  Flats or drumsticks?!  That is the question!! I very nearly ate a bowl of expired food but I couldn’t stand the smell!  Maybe I should have though! Maybe it would have taught you all a valuable lesson about fiscal responsibility!  Feel her bicep!  She laughs!  Adorable!  Too sexy!!!  On this celebratory day I just want to say iguana has a lot of deep cuts and avenue b is one of my personal favorites and I have a lot of good memories of writing to it.  or do i?  the more I learn the less I want to know.  “TEN DOLLARS FOR FISH AND CHIPS WHAT THE FUCK?!”.  I remember that well. But who could have guessed how high the prices would go?!  The Italian who’s not Italian.  I miss you so.  So sorry for all the moments you felt obligated to share with me.  I’m disgusting.  I’m awful, awful.  (pinning space).  Polka dot dress!!!  Well that was quite great.  I was nearly in tears for a few minutes there which shows just how sad and pathetic my life has become.  I truly have nothing going on in my life. Why is there no one in my life?!  Feel so happy and proud.  I’m so disconnected from my life.  This push has been fantastic.  Seemed to get the right pops.  A bit shaky on promo and at the onset but once the rhythm was found it was fantastic.  She’s taking her shot.  She’s giving it all.  Laying it all out there.  what could be more inspiring than that.  the blue.  And the genius.  Mutual love on display.  Interference end.  Of course, I think as my head goes light, how utterly proper.  Booking knew what it was doing post weekend.  Chemistry so good.  The love and the technical prowess.  And more tomorrow. Continuations.  I am emotional.  I am involved.  I have nothing in my life.  I am a loser.  I am a complete failure.  No one’s fault but my own.  Love mad season.  Delicious cake.  Though in reality I’m not much of a cake fan. Key lime pie is probably my favorite thing.  Cut to a reporter in devil horns.  Interesting subconscious connection I just made there.  but red not blue.  So now you know.  The pop was real.  The reactionary stars are real.  S.s.s.  I am so unhealthy.  Searching.  Disintegration of my personality through obsession.  Thought I’d never hear from you again.  Stay with the Dark Angel for just a moment.  I am nowhere. Savior.  we make. 4. Quote. All I want to say is that you are the best thing that ever happened to me.  I miss you dreadfully.