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Realized last night that it’s been years since I thought about parallelograms in any serious way.  Also realized I need to make more of an effort to cross streets at unusual angles.  Photos of the Little Star.  The Most.  But also The Most.  Thinking about The Symbol of Purity again.  There is a mystery here.  recent live footage only muddies the waters.  Thinking about Elizabeth Pena and how she gave one of my favorite performances.  I ordered a book online yesterday.  Any further chronicleings of the Dark Angel today?  Bit about karma.  Meaning is ivy.  Interesting  toxic.  How will that all be reconciled?  Shall I make a long drive today?  Would now be a good time to conjure up a flock of woodpeckers?!  I really do love Kirby’s art.  So much energy in that line!  Or is there?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  The Symbol of Purity has taken control of my mind.  “help me,” I say, hands at my temples.  A fly buzzing around an old moldy sandwich on the countertop says the same thing, albeit in a much smaller tinnier voice.  It’s alright, just gotta ride the wave.  Gotta gather as much intelligence and then schedule appropriately.  A wig?!  A double?!  Going into convulsions as I drive.  Gotta peel off my flesh mask.  Funny how.  If she ever wore hosiery I would beg to kiss and smell her feet.  Gotta go to the bookstore in a bit.  Gotta call a prospective employer in a bit.  I found the album that reminds me of you from beginning to end.  Starting the day off with a lot of coffee again to ensure that I have stomach pains and heart burn for most of the day . I should take a walk later on.  I remember the anticipation of that album some 19 years ago . I’m going to be tied down again.  My life is largely bereft of meaning.  All the different paths.  Need to renew some licenses.  Need to get to palm springs.  Need to get into the game.  I can still turn this around.  But not while I’m thinking about The Symbol of Purity in lovely lace panties sitting in a big mound of freshly homemade guacamole and then sitting on my face, forcing the guac into my gaping maw while laughing and mocking me.  will be hard to turn my failed life around while focusing on things like that.  maybe if I have a drink.  I GOT TO RID MY STINKIN’ BRAIN!!!  I wish I’d never met anyone.  Meeting people always causes me problems.  I never met a man I didn’t meet!  The problem with congress is they’re all liars!  I’m gonna go read 10 pages of the book I’m reading now.  everything is covered in grease.  Slick disgusting world.  Filmy world.  Membraneous world.  I once lusted after a pastor’s wife.  Maybe I should confess to murders I did not commit.  I’ve been pretty responsible lately with my night drinking.  I like the idea of more and more people forgetting about me.  it’s like I’m slowly ceasing to exist and that is a very comforting thought.  I need to print out more things that I write.  The physicality of things is nice sometimes.  Or is it?!  the more I learn the less I want to know.  There are empty glasses all over my apartment. What happened to their contents? I love Stephany Amalbert and I need her in my life.  love the bow.  Nick Dixon!  Is Nick Dixon perhaps the greatest name of all time?  I am writing this now post another encounter with The Symbol of Purity.  I’m thirsty.  My throat is parched . I need to have a tall glass of tepid tap water (my favorite) to quench this powerful thirst.  Just ate a cup of apple sauce with a dirt spoon . I knew it would be dirty.  I love the taste of unclean metals.  Or do i?! the more I learn the less I want to know.   More glory, more glory.  Though a tactical error was made.  My fault, my fault.  Underestimating the length of the beautiful game.  It was ultimately a minor error.  And the end result was key.  Confirmation of symbolism . confirmation of nomenclature.  I understand it now.  the mirror image, the reverse image.  Slight delay in the understanding but always working out.  What color?  A pale pink?  No, apricot?  Where have all the good times gone?  No hood, perhaps due to heat.  Forelimbs in the foreground.  I’m okay, thank God.  Intensity in the eyes.  The contact.  Requests for a signature.  I see it all now, the truth under the digital iteration.  Rich information gathered.  But still more to go.   Gotta make it on time.  (Zoo).  Maybe wait, maybe just hang on to the memory.  Need to wait on palm springs but not the palm springs I mentioned earlier but the one home to cardboard boxes.  I know, I need to drink another glass of tepid tap water (my favorite) while I ponder when I might next be reunited with The Symbol of Purity.  I have a new bookmark.  I’m yawning now, no doubt due to the beer and sunlight.  Should have had another, should have had another.  Man, I was so angry a while ago.  I wanted to slam my head into a large piece of wood repeatedly until my melon was only bloody pulp and I was freshly fucking dead!  I wanted to rip my testicles and penis off and scarf them down.  but I didn’t do either of those things.  nor did I lash out.  Nor did I utter and unkind word.  I merely stayed true to my word (not an unkind word) and did what I said I would do. then I took the steps to work through and process my emotions in a healthy way.  I am a level headed responsible adult.  Treasure me.  I also ate a chicken sandwich and some point and washed it down with a tall glass of tepid tap water (my favorite).  Ultimately, I culminated things by thinking about The Symbol of Purity once more, about her having finished up a long work day wear she wore lace panties (lots of different colors flash through my sticky brain) and flesh colored hosiery and then she steps on a huge mound of freshly cooked kraft macaroni and cheese, squishing it under her hosiery clad feet!  And then she adds another pot or two of freshly cooked kraft macaroni and cheese and then she sits in that mound and she’s enjoying it all and providing commentary on how much she enjoys it.  and then she alternates between stuffing my gaping maw with squished kraft macaroni and cheese using her feet and using her hosiery clad [and her lace panties (color as of yet indeterminate) clad] derriere, laughing girlishly all the while and berating me, undermining me, making me feel less than!  I’m a symbol of hope!  Treasure me !