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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.