Reality has a lot of gems [(but to which reality am I referring?) and Chiklis/Influence 1]

I owe you.

So I’m not entirely sure what to think.  Mayte Garcia’s memoir The Most Beautiful: My Life With Prince now has a release date and cover.  It is a real tangible thing and the reaction of its very existence has been controversial with many speculating as to her motivations and whether this would have been allowed a release were Prince still alive.  Mayte has since promised that the book will not be some tabloidesque tell-all but rather a loving and truthful tribute of sorts to her time with Prince and that relationship.  I guess there is no way to know for sure until the book comes out.  It is very easy for these types of things to become exploitative and certainly there was a strong element of tragedy in their relationship.  But it is the audience who will determine its relative success or failure. Though I will she has always seemed very genuine to me (though my opinion is worthless).  I will say that some of Prince’s best and most gorgeous songs were written about Mayte and that entire era from 1991’s Diamonds and Pearls and the following amazing albums like Love Symbol, Come, The Gold Experience and Emancipation is probably my favorite Prince era ever.  He seemed to have a renewed energy and explosive amount of creativity much like his classic run of 80’s albums (though it is probably true that those 90’s works were not quite as groundbreaking or influential as the 80’s stuff).  The Child of the Sun album Mayte herself recorded (all songs written by Prince) is also a fave of mine from that era so I’m basically saying this part of Prince’s life is a strong point of interest for yours falsely.  I say that I’m not entirely sure what to think but I know for certain I will purchase this book on the day of release and probably gobble it all up that same week (figuratively as well as literally).  So wait for my feedback next year!  Also, I do like the title and cover.    

Speaking of books, I recently finished Revival by Stephen King and found it to be a most excellent, highly entertaining all around great read.  I am a huge fan of King’s post-accident work and it is probably my favorite King era.  This one in particular had a highly satisfying and horrifying Lovecraftian conclusion and I felt good that I was not able to really predict at all where it was heading until a page or two before it got there!  I’m of several minds as to what I shall read next.  Part of me has a strong desire for more King and I just purchased the paperback of Mr. Mercedes.  Though as this is the first part of a recently completed trilogy (the third book released mere months ago) I’m not sure if that is the best route to go.  I’ve also got George Clinton’s memoir Brothas Be, Yo Like George, Ain't That Funkin' Kinda Hard On You? ready to go and some other book whose name and author I can’t recall though it sounded interesting.  Or I could go for The Goldfinch and catch up on all that literary water cooler talk I missed out on for being so ignorantly late to the rich and wonderful Donna Tartt party!  Time to break out some chance cubes to help render my decision!  Maybe I’ll just read a book on ancient Chinese history and then gouge out my own eyeballs!

It was just the other fateful day when my Michael Chiklis’s album Influence arrived in the email, via 2-day delivery from Amazon.  The case itself is digipak as opposed to a hard plastic case.  I think Digipaks are quite attractive but I would ultimately prefer a plastic case as they are less susceptible to wear and tear.  I set aside the outer layer of plastic wrap that I may add it my collection and perhaps wrap it tight around my face later on.  Then I removed the booklet and smelled it and then I smelled the CD.  They were both pleasant in an olfactory sense.  The cover art is intriguing with Chiklis’s image residing high above a partially visible earth and his name and album title centered in between.  In some ways it is not so dissimilar to the cover of Prince’s 2007 album Planet Earth (an album I’ve always found wholly enjoyable, featuring an all-time classic in Chelsea Rodgers).  It is not difficult to discern what is being portrayed here: Chiklis is positing an eclectic musical taste and approach for his album, suggesting that INFLUENCEs from all over the world in some ways contributed to this release’s varied sound (I recall a recent interview where he named dropped albums like Security by Peter Gabriel and Hounds of Love by Kate Bush as among his favorites so, at least according to yours falsely, the man has good taste). Interesting to note that itunes refers to it as the Michael Chiklis Band yet the CD case itself only notes Michael Chiklis.  I am going to listen to this album.  Once.  A dozen times.  A baker’s dozen.  A thousand times.  However many it takes.  I am going to give it a fair shake as the kid’s say and judge it as album and do my best to separate it from the man’s celebrity.  Already I can feel it’s pull over me taking hold. 

he thought he saw her walking into the library.  His pulse quickened, he felt blood rushing to his face.  this is all so trite.  she looked just like her, same smile, fair skin and red lipstick, dark eyes.  The dress even looked like something she would wear, so colorful, perennially spring even during winter.  it reminded him of the first time he saw her in a dress. 

one day, he will cut this connection.  but when there is the slightest favor shown...she is going to be living with him forever.  

I watched The Neon Demon last night while drinking cheap white wine and then cheap whiskey on the rocks (the rocks were made from standard hard tap water; I don’t buy into all that talk about purifiers and filters and softeners.  Horseshit says I!).  What an interesting director Nicolas Winding Refn is.  From the trailers and plot description I originally thought the movie would be like Dario Argento’s 1977 classic Suspiria but I was wrong as fuck!  It actually reminded me a bit more a great French-Belgian flick from 2009 called Amer and directed by Helene Cattet and Bruno Forzani but I’m not quite sure why.  What the hell do I know though?!  Anyway, good movie.  great score too!  real beefy.  

The flare jean is making a comeback. 

I frequently wonder where you are.  All the days of my life.  

pasta 2 the core

The White Princess has returned, that is most intriguing.  I was watching an episode of The Flash recently and the final scenes featured Peter Gabriel’s classic hit In Your Eyes from his 1986 album So.  I must say I was surprised by its but found it to work remarkably well, particularly in its introduction slash revelation of the Hawkgirl character (with whom I am already developing an incredibly unhealthy obsession). I would like to make some time the other day to re-read H.P. Lovecraft’s short story The Colour Out of Space but it remains to be seen if I will follow through.  Maybe I’ll read outside.  Wouldn’t that be a hoot?!  But I did!  I did it!  I would also enjoy going to the cinema today.  I am a very meaningless individual.  I constantly taken aback by own uselessness.  I typically turn to the bottle at night though sometimes in the early afternoon and even sometimes in the wee hours of the morning.  I sometimes think I may be trying to suppress something via alcohol consumption. 

I watched The Invitation last night and found it to be refreshingly above average.  In particular, the first hour was rife with moments that gave me the creepies though it very nearly fell to pieces in a final 20 minutes that was all too typical.  The last minute twist was clever but could not undo the preceding 20 minutes of damage to the tale’s structural integrity.  I’ve watched grim and horror type movies recently like The Hallow, the new Blair Witch movie, From Beyond and Rob Zombie’s new flick 31.  I think there may have been another but I can’t remember.  I listened to Madonna’s 1992 album Erotica a lot yesterday.  It’s a beautiful electric artistic work.  

The reasons could not be clearer as to why he ventured there.  Though one has to wonder if anyone was paying sufficient attention to him to glean those transparent motivations; he is such a forgettable lad.  

I’m so intrigued by Michael Chiklis’s debut album.  Do I dare go for it?  is it just a slab of vanity fueled corporate rock?!  Or that is being dismissive and short-sighted?  and would it even matter?!  I love corporate rock and i adore vanity projects!  And at the same time I’m also so taken by Corey Feldman’s recent Today Show performance.  The internet backlash was far too harsh.  The chorus hook is actually quite catchy and there’s an interesting genre synthesis taking place with the dubstep background, hip hop touches and Feldman’s 80’s metal thrash voice.  the song has it’s charms.  I submit that it is folk’s preconceived notions of the man himself that fuel their tactless criticism.  Also, I liked his dancing!  And the bass player sure was purdy.  And that song comes from a double album?!  I love self indulgences.  Which leads us back to Chikli’s album.  His influences are grand: Bruce Springstee, David Bowie, Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush, love em all (he also cited Queen as an influence)!  Yet, does the man have any musical talent himself?  Would he ever have a change at mass distributing an album were it not for his acting career?  I suppose so since with today’s technologies anyone can upload an album online and get it out to people.  But would he have been granted any press coverage for it?  what do i know!? i don't know this man's heart.  i think i'll give it a chance.  no harm in giving something a chance.  no fate but what we make.  i truly am a sad individual deep down inside.  i cry every day but no one sees me.  i've put Feldman's performance below cause i love it so damn much.

Who is the man who assisted in his death.  Walking through the rain, carrying around this responsibility. I was in that very city.  I came so close.  I left a message there on the bridge.  If only I’d known.  I never venture outside of this zone.  I never have the fortitude to do what is necessary.  I am truly surprised that I’ve been allowed to live this long. 

Jealous, wanted to be the one to make her laugh.  Wedges for the first time, don’t really go for the alternatives anymore. 

Diet coke commercial.  You can’t watch a Warner Bros. movie without a Warner Bros. ball cap. 

It was Batman Day the other day and to celebrate I ate a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.  I also listened extensively to one of my favorite podcasts – the Batman-On-Film Podcast – wherein the hosts ranked in order from least fave to most fave their favorite of all the Batman theatrically released films.  It was fascinating to hear everyone’s lists.  Ranking the batman movies myself would  be a Herculean task the likes of which I am not fit to tackle.  Though Batman Returns would be number 1, I know that for sure.  Even the great Nolan trilogy could not move that spot on my PERSONAL list.  But where would Burton’s original 89 flick rank?!  Or the 1966 Adam West movie?!  In what order would the Nolan films appear?!  How about the great animated film Mask of the Phantasm?!  And where does the recent Batman v Superman lie on the list?!  These are daunting questions.  I don’t have the answers.  I never have the answers. 

I better wait for a more highly defined depiction of the return of the White Princess.  Do even I know what I’m talking about at this point?!  Highly unlikely.  Everything is becoming lost in a truly pathetic psycho-sexual circus.  I don’t think I can stop the coming of the psychopomps.  Oh, but look at how they dance in the air, everything so pretty and clear.  He only lost his impotency once he was made to feel useless again.  You know where you’ll find me at 2 in the morning: in an old beaten down Chinese restaurant and bar, reading a fortune cookie and working up the strength to walk out of there without falling down.  I never realized how irregular the nights are until very recently.  If I told a professional about my sleeping habits they raise their brows.  I’m talking about fears and tears and all sorts of awful things.  Lodger is truly great.  all the different styles, was this the portrait of a man no longer in control?  I don’t know.  Voices betray us.  Love is such a funny thing.  Everyone is selfish and terrible.  I hate it when people are near. 

Woefully in adequate in every way.  Why doesn’t anything make any sense any more.  A cowardly fear response.  Though he role in things is utterly useless.  I am going to self-sabotage.  Perhaps I should just omit myself as a favor for God. 

Brad and Angelina are getting a divorce?!  Is there hope for any of us?!    

with more emphasis on the terrifying No Man's Land cult leader style as opposed to the crime boss

So, it was just confirmed this (yesterday) morning that Joe Manganiello is indeed Deathstroke in Ben Affleck’s upcoming Batman movie (possibly appearing in Justice League first).  I’m excited by this casting despite knowing precious little of this man’s work.  Though appearance is always the most important aspect of casting and this man has the look (his body’s slammin!  His face is hecka jammin!).  Still, is Deathstroke interesting enough to be a good antagonist?!  Well, he was in Arrow season 2 so I guess I answered my own question.  Though I think he may work better in coalition with other villains.  I’m glad we’re getting a new baddie for the big screen but I would have preferred Black Mask!  What the shit do I know though?!  I’m sure I’ll still see it 27 times in the theatre! Speaking of Affleck I just watched the trailer for his upcoming Live By Night in which he directs and stars!  Looks great!  Although I’m not totally sold on the cast.  I’ll be there to view it though.  

The trailer for Underworld Blood Wars was unleashed upon the world yesterday and gloriously looks exactly like every other movie in this series.  I’ll probably buy the box set soon and then marathon all 4 already existing flicks for a week straight while consuming gallons and gallons A1 Steak Sauce (it’s that important).  All of this will be in preparation for the January release of this latest installment.  Cinema buffs know studios release their finest films in the month of January.  Still, Kate Beckinsale is a great actress.  I’m jazzed as shit to have great flicks like Love & Friendship and great shlock like Underworld Blood Wars (and likely The Disappointments Room) being released in such close proximity. 

 
Zack De La Rocha’s new song is interesting.  It intrigues me enough that I would check out the album if an album is released.  

Cars by Gary Numan is such a perfect song.  That whole damn album [The Pleasure Principle (originally released in YEAR)] is jolly great!  I spent the better part of last night playing that iconic bassline on my low end Fender Jazz Bass.  This explains why my hands were so cramped and sore this morning.  As for the soreness in my wrists, haha, well, that’s another matter entirely.  Damn, I want to listen to that song right now.  And then Annie Christian by Prince.  Those two songs go so well together.  But if I’m going to listen to Annie Christian I might as well listen to the whole Controversey album because that’s another stone cold fucking classic piece of art!  

Those who know me best know of my unfortunate penchant for joyously hyperventilating (and sometimes passing out) when a curvy Mexican vedette wraps her used and deliriously aromatic pantyhose tightly around my face (oh I love vedettes so much!) but they likely also know of my long standing and deep seated love for the music of Columbian songstress Shakira!  I can still recall with such clarity hearing her music for the first time and being taken by its strange otherworldly beauty.  In particular, hearing a live recording of Si Te Vas and being so deeply moved.  Shakira was incredibly important in the growth of my musical taste and I imagine I would have pretty boring listening experiences these days were I not open to her tunes.  And I’ve said it before but it remains true: many of my most intense searches of discovery for new and lovely music have been made in effort to find something that gives me the same feeling as from when I heard Si Te Vas (or many many many of her songs).  And recently I have begun listening to Monica Naranjo and I must say…that first album of hers…and Tarantula…I’m gettin the old feels again!  Time to order her complete discography!  Ah music!  Ah Shakira.  It was usch a wonderful and important time; I was young and stupid enough to still have dreams and actually believe they could come true.  It’s kinda fun to revisit and relive those ignorant times.  Dame Tu Calor, so pretty, what a tune.  And is it possible Amaral took a bit of inspiration from it for their great song Salir Corriendo?!  Fuck, I have no idea but it’s certainly possible!  

Lady Gaga’s new song Perfect Illusion…hmmmm…I love her vocals on it but…it’s a bit on the short side, the key changes feels largely unnecessary and the damn chorus melodic hook is so blatantly ripped off from Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna that I was tempted to rip out tongue and pluck out my eyeballs!  I know today’s pathetic degenerate youth probably don’t listen to any music made before 2005 so they won’t notice but I’m not the only one crying foul!  I’m not the fucking only one, damnit!  Still, her vocals do sound great and even if this tune hasn’t set my hirsute ass on fire like I may have wanted I’m still gonna check out the album!  Such is the nature of wisdom. 

Not quite sure what I’m going to read next by my options are plentiful!  It could be George Clinton’s autobiography, it could be that old Steve King book From a Buick 8 or I could finish off Donna Tartt’s bibliography and read the much acclaimed The Goldfinch!  Maybe a Redwall  book!  Or House of Leaves!  Or some other fucking thing!  That copy of Genesis Revisited is looming around too.  We must weigh the consequences of all our actions.  Regardless of these choices I will surely commence catching up with Usagi Yojimbo as well!  

The Little Star came down from the sky and when she opened her hands something like lighting shot from her fingers and surrounded her and then spun outward.  I was on my knees when she spoke and her voice was like honey but I could not understand any of the words.  She turned her head and I saw she somehow had two faces, one human and one of a lynx.  Her body was sometimes pitch black and appeared hard as diamonds and other times it was white and seemed to have no solid form at all.  She spoke again and light came out of her mouth and I had to close my eyes or she would have blinded me and then her voice was in my head and I understood two things she said: “Don’t be afraid” and “I am the most….”

 
I’m probably gonna eat some oysters tonight.  

The red one with skirt, the bunny one and the super one (dreaming of no knee pads)

Someone on the Arrow crew must be a Nine Inch Nails fan.  The Way Out is Through and all that. I have been LOVING season 4 though!  Worshipping it!!   and that episode with John Constantine!  Great shit!  The magic elements are totally working for me and have given the series a slug in the arm!  Oh, and Nyssa returned, swoon!  Be still my pounding heart!  

Yesterday was Michael Keaton’s birthday.  I drank an entire bottle of cheap red wine in his honor.  Keaton is a great actor, a true artist. It hurts to reaffirm what a worthless individual I am but it feels good to revel in his work: Batman, Beetlejuice, Batman Returns, Clean and Sober, Pacific Heights, One Good Cop, The Paper, Multiplicity, Jackie Brown, Live From Baghdad, The Merry Gentleman, Game 6, Birdman, Spotlight, so many great Keaton classics.  I love you Keats, always.  I fucking love The Paper!  

I absolutely fucking love the Batman comics by Doug Moench and Kelley Jones!  Just fucking love em, what else can I say?!  Red Rain and Bloodstorm are 2 of the best Batman stories ever.  Jones’s art is so hauntingly gothic amazeballs beautiful.  They are truly inspiring works of art.  I’ve already placed an order for the hardcover featuring their post-Knightful run on the titular Batman comic in the mid-nineties.  I also need to order that Batman Dark Joker The Wild hardcover thing that I saw in ads decades ago but never had the guts to pull the trigger on.  Oh, I’ll order it damn it and then I will read the piss and shit right out of it then!  Then I will squeal with delight and probably watch some luchadora videos!  Oh Marcela, oh Estrellita, oh Princesa…please, I will lose everytime, I so badly want to lose!  

I also love the way Harvey Keitel screams, especially in flicks like Bad Lieutenant and The Piano.  Whenever I scream I always try to scream in the same way.  I don’t like Aerosmith but I love the name of one of their albums: Pump.  That’s a great fucking name for an album.  If I had absolute control of the world I would make sure every album was named Pump.  You can order real human skeletons from India if you need some.  Accept no substitutes.  

Batman Returns and Mulholland Drive.  All time favorites?!  Fucking maybe!  Oh man, I am such a pathetic loser, I hate myself so much.  I’m so ugly and worthless.  The world would be such better if I just….

I do not want my interest to wane.  I do not want to lose this part of myself.  This was something you created and I don’t want to believe it can ever be undone.  I haven’t even been able to…. That 90’s period, love it.  The Love Symbol album, Blue Light, so many, so much, the sounds of love.  I finally realize how much I need this.  That emptiness is paralyzing.  

No Code and Yield, both great albums.  What the fuck else can I really say?  Heathen too!  Love Heathen!  Especially those last 4 songs, they all work so well together. 

I recently purchased Love & Friendship on blu ray.  It’s so far one of my favorite films of this ever miserable fucking year.  Now I plan to watch it 17 times in a row while eating undercooked red white and drinking wine by the bottle.  I really hate this fucking world! But I’m on top of it baby.  That’s not me, don’t worry, hahaha.  But seriously, Love & Friendship, what a great flick.  I think Kate Beckinsale is really underrated.  I also bought the second season of The Flash that I may continue my superhero show binge watching ways.  I finished Supergirl season 1 and I’m halfway through Arrow season 4 which means I still have the rest of that, all of Flash season 2 and all of Legends of Tomorrow season 1 to get through before the new seasons start next month.  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  I’m a productive member of society!  And I still need to get through Daredevil and Jessica Jones!  Man, I’m such a worthless loser.  I should just finally go through with it and….it would really spare the world a lot of misery.  Oh, I just feel so awful.  Quicksand, that can be my comfort for the moment.  I will never believe in myself.  

I was listening to the Pet Shop Boys whilst driving around.  Just starting to get into those fellas.  I hope to listen to them more.  And left to my own devices I probably would.  I saw some interesting Cthulhu collections the other day.  I thought about buying one but didn’t.  I’ve thought about having a successful life but I won’t.  boy, I’m really down today!  It’s probably because I woke up this morning and I was still me!  
 
Cream, right there, on the tops of her fingers.  Everything comes down to the tips of her fingers.  It is the purest source of self expression.  I am sure impure.  There are countless different ways each and every day that we remain without faith.  Do you understand what I mean?  He was faced with a choice.  They were being split up.  and he went with her. he would have licked the steering wheel if possible.  There was perfume in the air.  It was on everything.  they were no significant words passed.  What are you going to do now as a clever excuse.  He would have transmogrified if possible.  He wished so powerfully in that moment to transmogrify into banana parfait.  It would have been a sublime death.  But instead there were tears welling up in his eyes over his absolute inadequacies.  This is so utterly wrong, everything here is wrong.  Please do not talk to him, please do not say a single word.  And earlier, when his name was on her lips, why did it feel so awful?  what is lurking inside?  Please forgive him.  It was a momentary lapse.  A beautiful lapse.  Side by side and it wasn’t even planned.  What did John say?  Descending endlessly and I don’t even have to try.  

Moonbeam levels, I love it so much, perfection. 

i will need to reconsider 3 (SW in case i forget) !

I’m still ruminating over my magical thoughts from yesterday.  I guess there is ultimately no winning here with yours falsely.  Because though I whine ceaselessly over the convenience of magic’s strength as the plot necessitates it, I certainly do not want a long, drawn out explanation for exactly how it works and when it is most effective.  That goes for any kind of power set, magic or not!  So I guess I’m at a total loss here!  I’m the one with the problem, not you.  You’re not the fraud, I’m the fraud, so don’t worry about it.  If we were sitting down to a lavish Thanksgiving dinner right now I would get drunk and then flip the table over in a rage and you would think me as a perfect ass.  

I watched In the Mouth of Madness last night.  I believe it was the first time I’d ever watched it on blu ray disc but likely not the last.  I view it as John Carpenter’s last great flick and likely the purest representation of Lovecraft’s writing ever committed to celluloid (despite the fact that it is not actually based on anything Lovecraft wrote).  Three word sentence.  I’m coming up a bit short today but that should come as little to no surprise.  Becky G is the Yellow Ranger?!  That’s unexpected but not unpleasant.  She did a great job in that Thalia song Como Tu No Hay Dos!  What a great fucking song!  Love that album.  

Whatever happened to that great era of high-cut neon?  And one.  one is so much better than two.  Two bears in one den.  That’s as good an explanation as any.  But do not try to equate yourself one iota with this gentleman.  There is no resemblance whatsoever.  Do the dead interest themselves in the affairs of the living?” that is an interesting question.  Though it is hard to imagine why.  We are such dreadfully boring and disgusting things.  Desire is so repulsive.  It may finally be time for me to read Psychic Self-Defense: The Classic Instruction Manual for Protecting Yourself Against Paranormal Attack by Dion Fortune.  But should I also read Morning of the Magicians or would that simply be too risky.  On the surface it would seem the themes from yesterday’s post are still continuing to this humble day but the reality could not be further from the truth.  And what about Communion?  I’m on my hands and knees, looking straight ahead, I don’t understand anything going on around me but I feel very afraid.  I wasn’t talking about a female search for love, just to be clear.  What would be the diameter of such a craft?  I was alluding to a true story.  Aren’t they all?

Everyone is going to disappoint you in the end.  So now that you know, nothing should come as a surprise.  Satellite Kid, you have provided access to all the secret documents and all the most important I ever could have dreamed of.     

The unconscious intelligence.  That is a very interesting concept.  Ripping things out of books, inserting whatever diseased thoughts come to mind.  Yielding reams of information, verbatim fascinations and triggers of rich verbal mountains tops.  Cutups are probably far more valuable than I’ve ever imagined.  Certainly I’m just an ugly nobody so my ignorance should come as little surprise.  

Outside and earthling are something like brothers, right?  Or lovers.  Or maybe it’s a parasitic relationship (though that could also be classified as lovers, yes?)  yes, they are somehow part of one another.  And that last great neoclassicist trilogy; it was ours as the precious hours passed by and we all had to confront our heathen ways in this horrible botched reality we created.  These days are certainly the strangest of all.  And what came afterward.  It certainly cannot be described as a coda anymore.  It was some type of summation.  But what was the intent?  This is the truly haunting question.  Because you did not know at that time, did you?  So was it the start of something?  All the eras were hit.  And then the end.  Transcend ending .  yes, everything at the same time.  stuttering and shimmering.  That final spell was not related to anyone, was it?  And now grey eyes stare at me every night, inspiring and terrifying.  What do you stand for?  

Boy did I really fuck up by not ordering I Dream of Wires a lot sooner.  I will likely regret that mistake for the rest of my miserable and already regret filled lie.  How could I possibly bend my elbow with that massive sword coming out of my arm?!  I know what your saying: But Ricardo, TV station helicopters don’t have pontoons.  Haha, how right you are child.  Oh, those wily Russian astronomers and their secrets.  The system 164695, I should have known hahaha.  Oh, those crazy little signals, who on earth knows what they could be?  My copy of New Jack City just arrived.  Poor Snipes.  I am going to make a very cholesterol laden dinner here in a few hours.  

Yes, please be very careful about how many of those you wrap around your face.  I know it feels beautiful but you have to be careful!  Years ago I read a stupid amount of Green Lantern comics books and loved every second of it!  I think I’ll buy the trade paperbacks of those comics – almost all written by the great Geoff Johns who did just as stellar work on The Flash – and then boldly re-read them!  My mission to see every Rothko in the world before I shove off this mortal coil is off to a very slow start but my determination remains strong as ever.  

It’s still difficult to parse out.  Nothing is meant to last forever.  Contempt was bred.  If Tom Waits ever commits to another tour I will do whatever it takes to be at one of those shows.  The same goes for Kate Bush.  Which Waits album is my favorite?  It’s honestly impossible to choose but right at this miserable moment I would say Blood Money.  I loved when that recent X-Files miniseries incorporated one of those songs!  I loved that recent X-Files miniseries.  I hope there be more!  The red shoes though…wow….

She wants to be the glowing moon in all our nights.  That’s a cute little sentiment.  

that once noble captain now lives in her hat (what a great life!)!

This blog post is so magical!  I have magic coming out of my pores.  Word on the streets is that The Dark Tower has just wrapped up filming and is in the sweaty process of getting a rough cut completed.  A trailer is allegedly set for October with the release date coming February of next year.  I’ve been vocal about my misgivings on this project, particularly in the horrifying history of screenwriter Akiva Goldsman but I am still remaining hopeful thanks to the GREAT casting.  As a diehard fan of the books whose read the whole series a whopping TWO times I so desire this movie(s) to be good.  Though I would happily settle for an astonishingly bad movie if good is out of the question.  It’s such a bizarre mythology, such a weird mixture of fantasy, horror, adventure and urban stuff, I do not envy the filmmakers their adaptation task.  But I will be there.  ever vigilant.  Ever waiting for signs of threats extraterrestrial.  I wait still. 

So it was around won oh clock in the mornin’ last night when I began viewing Arrow Season 4 whilst consuming a hearty bowl of Lucky Charms cereal with soy milk (cause cows are for calves).  Returning to this program was like slipping into a warm bath.  Actually, it was nothing like that because I generally find baths to be quite disgusting.  Unless the bathtub is filled with cold Cristal!  But imagine the cardiac arrest I experienced when I realized this season was going to involved mysticism, chiefly in the form of its principal antagonist.  Hence my magic references earlier on.  Magic is tricky thing for me, even that word, something about just sounds…youngsterish.  I don’t know why though, it’s not a bad word.  The thing with magic and mysticism is I’ve always found that regardless of how detailed the writers explain the “rules” or structure, the actual strength or ability of the respective magic always conveniently changes depending on plot necessity and is consequently rarely a satisfying element to the story.  However, that is largely true of any type of power set in any popular fantasy/supernatural/superhero/adventure thing so I’m not sure how valid my complaint is.   

In this day and age of so much genre overlap I’m not sure if there is really a significant difference between a power set derived through magic and someone who is simply a mutant or metahuman; it seems to largely equate to the same outcome.  I will say that in episode 2 they did show the villain cutting himself and worshiping and calling upon a dark god statue thing which is definitely suggestive of witchcraft and black magic as we know it in the real world so I can sort of see that being a character trait, hmmmm. 

Speaking of magic, I’m becoming ever more excited at the announced Justice League Dark movie (or Dark Universe or whatever the hell it’s going to be called) despite the fact that it doesn’t even yet have a projected release date.  That team is host to a veritable slew of magical folk including Zatanna who has always been one of the great loves of my life (along with Wonder Woman and Vampirella).  Please let her wear the fishnets, I beg you, PLEASE!  If Harley could do it, she can do it, if Harley could do it, she can do it!  But yeah, ol’ Zatanna is magical and a great character and I’ve been dying of girlish glee at all the fan casting (including Demi Lovato, which give me a white hot heart attack if it happened).  The rumors of Eiza Gonzalez playing her also fill me EXPLOSIVE joy.  Of course, it’s all just rumors.  So let’s just wait and see!  Oh, she is just such a lovely character!  If they wanna link it up with Batman and the other League homies they could even put in all the mind wipe stuff Zatanna did!  Though there’s enough great characters here – John Constantine, Swamp Thing, Madame Xanadu, Deadman, Etrigan – that I’d like to see it stand on it’s own. 

Please understand homies, I’m not slagging magic or mysticism or fans of it.  Rather, I’m slagging all loosely defined power based systems.  Let’s see how it progresses on Arrow, how it’s shown in The Dark Tower and how it works in Justice League Dark!  Also, I am interested in seeing the Warcraft movie when it is released on digital video disc so we’ll see how that goes over to a total layman like me who doesn’t know jack shit about wars or craft! 

I frequently find it difficult these days to finish thoughts or get a word out to someone.  It physically pains me sometimes to attempt that brand of communication, every word feels awful.  I think that is why Low speaks to me so much.  Structure becomes the theme, at times so distant and at times alarmingly in your face.  And then all those pastoral otherworldly landscapes, traveling down red roads while they continue to invade your brain.  We are we are inside a dying thing.  Even sending each other off is far too much of a strain.  You’re such wonderful…no one is going to begin that sentence when speaking to him.  There is little spirit inside of us, just waiting to express herself.  Oh, the little deaths, each time that addiction grows more fierce and grotesque.  Please don’t let me forsake something true.  I just want to stay inside all day the blinds drawn.  You may not see how these relates to all the above mentioned malarkey but it absolutely does, just consider what was being drawn on the carpet and what contributed to being put in such a fragile mental state.  We are all guilty. 

Prince Charming blew his head off awhile ago, right?  I have to drink some water now.  Every day, new avenues of failure and disobedience.  So it is one week until the Gift of the Gods Champion returns, eh?  Me thinks I are ready.  And of course, October 11 is looming just over the horizon….

Good Lord, I very nearly passed out there.  And then who knows what would have happened if someone hadn’t found me right away?!  One thing’s for sure: that would have been a very undignified death!  

it should not be difficult at all to discern which cobra is my favorite and why

Hot on the sexy hosiery laden heels of yesterday’s news that Slade Wilson AKA Deathstroke is going to appear in next year’s Justice League movie and will also allegedly be the central antagonist in Ben Affleck’s Batman movie, there are now an abundance of professional rumor mills stating that Joe Manganiello has been cast as the lethal lad. I recall seeing Manganiello for the first time decades ago in Sam Raimi’s first Spider-Man film (still the best Spider-Man film to date by FAR) where he played bully Flash Thompson.  In all the wasted years of my life since then I can’t say he’s ever made a huge impression on me though I recognize I’ve not viewed much of his most acclaimed work (though he was fantastic in Terrence Malick’s Knight of Cups earlier this great year).  I will say he has perfect look for the character – especially after those recent pics of himself he posted which lend even more credence to this theory – and the look is definitely the most important aspect when casting a character so if he indeed playing Slade I will be more than happy.  

In other cinema news I’m so excited for Rob Zombie’s new movie I can hardly shit straight!  I guess that’s not really news, is it?!  Still, my passion is equal to the task.  The trailer(s) make me doubt it can match the artistic heights of his previous movie, The Lords of Salem, but it looks to be a real brutal and visceral punch to the gut nonetheless and that’s just what I like.  I guess.  I don’t really know what I’m talking about anymore but I am filled with liquid anticipation.  Maybe I’ll watch Lawrence of Arabia later today while consuming a spicy chicken sandwich or maybe I’ll binge watch Season 4 of Arrow.  Either one would be a very productive use of my time.  people do love their tentacles, don’t they?   This home to frankly bizarre and wonderful desires.  

Will October 11th be the most important day of my failed and hopeless life?!  It’s certainly a distinct possibility!  Perhaps a resurgence is in order.  Perhaps my SHIN is going to do something extra special!  Maybe I’ll fire purple lasers out of my mouth!!!  I’ve just been singing the Smithsonian Institute blues lately, I can’t help myself.  Lightning is striking again!  In a few minutes I’ll probably plug in the ol’ Sega Saturn (still the best system ever) and play Sonic R for 11 hours straight and then maybe Panzer Dragoon.  Hell, maybe afterward I’ll go roller-skating for 9 straight hours while wearing a gauche tie-dye t-shirt and jean shorts and while listening to Neu’s classic 1975 album – simply titled Neu! 75 – on repeat through uber-cheap craptastic earbud style headphones purchased at a corner gas station. Ah Neu!  How I love them so.  How I love that Motorik rhythm.  Then when I come home I’ll throe Low on the ol’ record player.  That last track – Subterraneans – oh wow, how I love that sax solo(s) he pumps out!!! Be careful about sax before marriage though, that’s a big know know.  

Babyface is indeed very prophetic.  We have been suckling on this for so long I am now unable to function properly without this species of projection.  Everything better though the pane.  Strange how anxious we are to suppress reality.  There was bright blue expanse staring back at me, as it stared back at millions of others across all space and time.  And what other colors on display?  Like an Easter egg.  And then acres of darkness.  Cascading.  Such a costly error and now this necessity can never be undone.  These laces are always undone and I wonder how she could be so kind, the castle shaped like the letter W.  And now something new and fierce and all consuming.  These pink roses and black cobras have destroyed me all over again and I cannot breathe and it feels so right.  These shipwrecked maidens always conjure up something new.  All those ancient texts.  And this animalistic mother and daughter that are now on the prowl.  It is a hopeless cause to attempt the high road.  All is lost.  There never was any hope.  Let us not look at the carpet.  

Before they were a curse, they were a revelation.  That Little Star was caught out in the Rain again. though I fear a Fire may be coming soon.  Something red that will wipe all of us out.  And The Jackal.  My brain produces a fluid which can bring dead fish back to life.  Expect me to put that to great use in the coming months as I prepare to open up an exotic aquarium in the dark heart of downtown L.A.  Speaking of which, the other day I was running around town with a 15 pounds of wet leather in a paper bag at my side and found it increasingly difficult to reconcile this every shifting political soundscape in which we find ourselves.  It is terrifying how we all insist on voting given how ignorant we are.  Ah, I see the issue now, it was two at the same time.  we are all hopeless.  Of course we fail, how could we not?  Don’t kid yourself.  

I am pleased Metallo is going to be making an appearance. I’ve never looked at him as a serious heavyweight but I’ve always enjoyed his presence.  It should be easy enough to adapt.  Or should it?  I was in a store the other day when I saw the gorgeous re-release of Parade (Music from the motion picture Under the Cherry Moon) by Prince and the Revolution.  I almost plunked down all the rolled coins in my pockets and purchased right there but I didn’t.  I think will pretty soon.  That’s such a great album, top to bottom, one in a string of classics.  I definitely don’t need a hole in my head.  Love that bass line to new position.  And the one in the next to last song.  Oh man, what came next though…wow…simply wow.   

All these miserable years later X2 is still by far the best X-Men movie ever! By far I say!  You know, I really love the book Lisey’s Story.  I think that is one of King’s very best and is a rich and rewarding read.  Maybe I’ll re-read while sitting on a beach and eating an undercooked slab of prime rib. Also, I’m gonna go against the grain (or am I?!) and say I think Godfather part 1 is superior to part 2.  Always has been, always will be.  I’ve had From a Buick 8 for decades now and have not read it.  It is in immaculate shape.  I need to remedy by negligence and read it right now!  This far, no further! 

Detox baby, it’s comin’!  

I failed to mention all that evil and dark magic perpetrated by The Witch which was just as crucial as anything else there!

So judging by that blurb Affleck posted I can cannily extrapolate that Deathstroke is going to be in the Justice League movie!  At least I think I can.  What a groovy character.  He’s been realized to great effect before in the stellar second season of Arrow so hopefully Snyder et all won’t cock things up for the feature film though I suspect he may only be introduced in a peripheral sense as the JL movie will already have a lot of heavy lifting to do character wise.  Only time and dozens of viewings will tell.  

Speaking of Arrow, I plan on purchasing season 4 on blu ray tomorrow and shortly thereafter I will binge watch the entire season while consuming dozens of cans of Vienna sausages and sardines and washing em down with a gallon of Darigold whole milk.  I’ll probably also burst into tears several times per episode, likely due to equal parts impact of the performances and ruminations over my own failed and useless existence.  I saw a fan suggest Stephen Lang for the part of Deathstroke.  That would be a cool choice.  Cool is such an evocative word, eh?!  Also, is it possible Deathstroke could be an antagonist in the eventual Affleck Batman solo flick?!  Anything is possible if you follow your heart.  

I definitely need more of The Jackal.  Ah yes, these are the overpowering and bizarre visions which fill the inner corridors of my mind.  There was a The Jackal and the Moon and the Huntress.  The Jackal was on top of everything and there was ember raining down.  Serpents stretched out and took hold of all sides.  The Moon appeared gone and then returned, once glowing white but now red.  The Huntress fell by The Jackal’s wrath and then fled, seeking sanctuary in a very far away land.  Would the huntress return?  What could possibly drive fear into The Jackal? 

It is probably that ol Lightning Luciano’s influence was ultimately a disastrous element to introduce into my already miserable.  Whatevs though, right?  What’s done is done and I cannot take it back.  I made my decision and I cannot say I did not slavishly love every moment.  And was it as disastrous as the scuba related choice?  All that diving and snorkeling.  I would never use a haz-mat suit.  Perhaps that was my fatal error, I always sought those things out, I never needed the prologue of an entire night.  And now I am not even mindful of the sicknesses invading every heretofore hidden and carefully preserved corner.  Little but little these little deaths exert more and more control.  My worst illusion – and therefore the one most impactful at its moment of loss – was believing I ever had any semblance of that control in the first place. 

I foolishly missed the MTV Video Music Awards (VMA’s to all the hip folk out there) last night because I was busy stewing in caustic self loathing!  However I will no doubt utitlize the Tube of You to view Britney Spears’s and Beyonce’s performances.  Judging from photographs I saw much shiny brilliant hosiery which makes inappropriately excited beyond measure.  Even though I find awards of any kind – but especially entertainment based awards (such as Oscars) and especially especially those given out by MTV – I was still somehow pleased to see David Bowie’s video for Blackstar win something.  Blackstar is such a complete piece of art. 

 
This NesCafe has made my heart zoom up to 947 palpitations a minute!  Maybe I’ll eat some soup later onto counteract the effects.  Man, 15 minutes in and all the characters are introduced and we’re already to the island!  I continue to be stunned and amazed at the utilitarian awesomeness of Jurassic Park 3!  Greatest film of all time?!  Possibly.  The Velociraptors are so cute in this one! I can’t get over it!  I love their little feathers and the different colors they have!  I need to purchase the motion picture score that I may blast it in my motor vehicle and pretend I’m a character in the movie!  Only then can I possibly know anything even remotely close to happiness.  Oh God, I am so very very pathetic and disgusting.  I hate myself so much! 

 
Tilt and Low.  Or Low and Tilt.  Either way back to back.  That is such a perfect combination.  Oh it is a stark examination on the glorious and grim inner workings of the mind.  Maybe a little Lynch afterward.  Or maybe a lot!  A good dollop of him like a generous helping of whipped cream.  Also, those anti-chafing bands from Bandelettes are simply glorious, unbelievable beautiful!  I don’t know if they could ever be paired with something else, something with denier, not sure if they are meant for that but a pair such as that would be pure heavenly bliss.  

I know I’ve said it before (I think) but that last minute of the original The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the final images it leaves us with is about the most perfect cinematic moment that has ever been captured.   This sprawl, flat on her back…that does not connect with anything written above though I think it may connect with something down below.  Sheer-ah.  Or.  Sheer-uh?  I guess it all makes sense now.  From the very first time I never stood a chance.  My brain was royally fucked!!!  

Holy crap!  In the middle of excreting out this post, news broke that Deathstroke will indeed be the main antagonist in Ben Affleck’s solo Batman movie!  I was seriously doubting this because I’m an idiot and thusly have been proven wrong once again!  I wonder what this ultimately means for Jared Leto’s Joker….  Still, always a pleasure to see a never-before-seen-on-the-big-screen-villain show up!  I now eagerly await a casting announcement.  As long as we’re showing new characters I think Black Mask – always one of my favorites – is one who could easily be worked into a Deathstroke storyline.  And if they do that then why not throw in a more crimeboss oriented Penguin too?!  Damn, I’m getting that great familiar feeling again of being excited over an upcoming Batman movie.  It’s one of my most favorite feelings! YES!  I’m ready!  Give me that Batman flick written and directed and starring Ben Affleck featuring Deathstroke now!!!   Oh yeah, and Jeremy Irons was a great Alfred in Batman v Superman so I look forward to seeing more of him!  And J.K. Simmons as Gordon!  I need this now!!!   

I’ll probably take a capsule soon to revisit that glorious moment of derisive laughter, sodium lights and coal black waves cascading downward.  

I always thought he said largess (Martin at his finest!)!

Is The Dark Knight?  That wasn’t quite a question, was it?  I’ve watched that flick 7 times in the past couple days.  It is still a marvel!  It is a damn near perfect screenplay, every single scene and character esstential, no time wasted, edited to a T.  even after having seen it 5 thousand or so times, I am still wracked with tension from the first scene.  And what a score!  What a fucking score!  And the photography, oh God the photography.  The blues!  When I hear those couple things, a dive and something a bit more wild, I am immediately emotionally transported right back and it is wonderful.  I am terrified that it will disappear if I use it too much.  does it exist anymore in anyone besides me?  

Taxidermies, eh?  I guess it all comes to bear in the end.  Something holding tight like a fist.  I think I’ll probably listen to Earthling again.  we are goons all dressed up like  medical professionals.  You have pushed far too many buttons in your time.  if I could choose I would certainly elect those two to abduct me.  I think a former beauty pageant winner, is that correct?  Yes, Low truly is one of my favorites.  I recall exactly where (but not exactly when) I procured it. I also remember who I was with at the time.  They do not speak anymore.  I’m sure this is regrettable.  It simply is.  

Struck by this image.  Clear that the decision was the correct one.  I think, I hope, that this will inspire me to much greater things.  that is the only thing left.  She doesn’t ever want this to be over.  The spiritual side of things, what answers are they giving?  She was looking out over the ocean.  I want you to know that you no longer need me or anyone.  This is lovely to see.  The decision was the right one.  Jurassic Park 3 is on.  I love it!  What a near perfect B-movie!  Or is it perfect?!  Maybe I’ll have to watch it 17 times in a row and drink a gallon or two of rich chocolate Ovaltine to know for sure.  Maybe along the way I’ll eat a grilled cheese sandwich but probably not because I don’t really like those tee hee.  I’ll tell you what I do like though: yellow legal pads.  I love writing on em and I love ripping off sheets and eating them!  I shaved the other day.  The wind is hot today.  Jodorowsky, I must conduct more investigative research.  It was simply awash in bright and bold reds.  Great shit as the kids like to say. i loved Jurassic World too! I a sucka for anything Jurassic! 

Her soul is menstruating right now and I feel he is going to lap up every drop.  

Yuck, I feel so disgusting after that breakfast.  Mayonaisse, I never want to eat it again.  Corgan’s new role is quite thrilling.  I still needs to listen to that Q & A podcast to get the full lowdown on it all.  Fuck, I really need to.  I put on Spears’s new album last night but I was unable to actively listen to it.  hopefully I can remedy that on this very day.  But what I heard sounded most promising indeed.  maybe I’ll curl up with a big ol’ bottle of wine while listening to it.  then maybe afterward I’ll watch a De Palma flick or read up on ancient Chinese history or some perilously old school magicians (in the morning no less!).  oh luc, always a pleasure, eh?  What color!  

Track 4 – Private Show – is a very sexy song.  I love it.  Likewise the chorus of the previous track is awash in beautiful synths and vocals layers.  Soon, my friends…soon.  Berlin always pulls me back.  I will have to go there someday.  We are a man machine.  We are awful.  don’t make that mistake of believing in yourself. 

 
I know it’s not the popular opinion but I prefer Carlito’s Way much much more than Scarface.  They are both De Palma, both Pacino, similar themes but I found Carlito’s story to be far more compelling with sharper performances and more assured direction, especially in that climax, what a fucking terrific climax!  Fucking terrific I say!!!  Both flicks have gorgeous cinematography though, like a really juicy turkey sandwich.  That De Palma, he slays me!  

Boy howdy but Spawn is a truly awful movie with some of the most atrocious CGI I’ve ever seen in my worthless life.  I proudly own the film on blu ray and have watched it multiple times every night this week.  Such is the nature of wisdom.  John Leguizamo does great work there, I will say that.  and I could never dislike Michael Jai White.  I think I’ll go watch it again right now while drinking 9 glasses of Black Velvet Whiskey on the rocks (I always go for a solid but not overbearing 2 rocks).  I have not lived all over the world.  This massive openings and subsequent diminishing is not a good model (I think).  

I think I narrowly missed Jack “King” Kirby’s birthday. What an artist!  I adore his work.  Just about everything the man touched was pure platinum plated gold but I am most especially fond of his Fourth World stuff.  Simply sumptuous and brimming with unbridled creativity. Thanks for everything Jack!  Also, Adore is one of my favorite songs of all time but to my knowledge it has absolutely nothing to do with Jack “King” Kirby.  

I think one of us may be talking to someone who does not exist at all. I wonder if either one of us has grey eyes.  do you like angular things.  I should have also asked her thoughts on orange and profiles.  I suppose this is the sound of where I am at right now.  It is a lovely detached thing.  We musn’t push ourselves too hard, isn’t that right?  I’m falling in love with the phrase little ice age.  I wonder how many of us could have used the block to such a stunning advantage.  Does that even make sense?  This is the sound and image of crumbling things.  trying to coax her out a bit.  I would love for that feminine side of me to actually exist.  And all along we both know whom he was seeking to worship.  Try not to put yourself in too much danger though.  

The actual phrase was lard-ass.  

please let me stay in this...but no one would ever say goodbye to me that way....

One planet over and this could all be over for us.  this is the goldilocks zone and we’re just sitting on our asses eating our curds and whey.  I felt myself dripping from the end of a gun the other day.  I wonder if I am happy on that planet?  Though it is much more comforting to consider my lack of existence on this theoretical worlds.  Let’s keep a sharp eye open if any of those words were a bit too yellow.  Let’s also be careful about opening up that salon in place of a diner.  You already guessed at the truth.  I suppose it was not too cleverly concealed, eh?  

Don’t believe in yourself.  These are the greatest words I’ve ever heard.  Still, as I’ve previously advised one must be very careful in researching these particular symbols.  It sometimes feels like I am sinking but I know this is not the case.  At that speed I realized it was impossible to focus on anything positive.  There did not exist a single emotion which was not mired in something dark and ugly.  It was just a matter of time I suppose.   Maybe I just need something else to cling to.  

I do so admire that copper top and did not even realize at first how it recalled those great excursions on those inspirational European streets so many years ago.  Risky business wearing the flag but when done with aplomb it cannot be denied.  And all those tits and explosions.  Such a stuttering thing there but it really captures the stark insanity going on inside all of us, does it not?  Yes, I love it. I love it so. Late period greatness.  Or maybe mid period greatness.  I’m never quite sure anymore.  I’ve been telling too many lies lately.  Something is going to happen to me.  I have acquired Britney Spears new album (the deluxe edition with several bonus tracks) but I have not yet listened to it.  Full report coming soon.  

I must say the first season of Supergirl is one of my favoritist things ever.  I believe I cried somewhere around 93 times throughout the entire season and in the end I walked away feeling hopeful and happy.  It is as pure an adaptation of the great spirit and sprawling mythology of the Superman lore as has ever been done and I eagerly EAGERLY anticipate season 2.  Mad props to all actors involved with Melissa Benoist simply pitch perfect as the titular girl of steel.  I think I’ll binge watch the entire first season all over again!  Love that Martian Manhunter!  

I cannot recall ever looking into a mirror and not thinking “wow, incredibly fucking ugly.”  That’s just the way it goes I suppose.  They are all dropping like flies.  Are my expectations out of whack?  I wonder if anyone truly knows what is going on underneath.  We must make a concerted effort at some point to stop smiling through our coffee stained teeth.  Careful, that thin mask of sanity you so brazenly wear is starting to slip.  I burst into tears 9 different times today but I can only explain why for slightly less than half of those occurrences.  

This was all for not, he thought.  It doesn’t really matter too much anyway though.  In his dreams she was wearing a white collared shirt with a black bow tie.  Her hair was down.  Nylons.  Black high heels.  Red lipstick.  She kneed him in the groin and it was an exquisite type of pain.  She laughed derisively and mocked him.  Then she comforted him. Everything was okay. But this was only a dream.  There exists a maddening poetry in obsession and deception.  We are not at all what we perceive ourselves to be.  You laugh and laugh and your savior is hanging around your throat.  What does it all mean exactly?  As you cut into your skin.  This is wrong and wonderful.  Let us beg for a few more pennies.  

Oh, thank goodness that I discovered you Mr.  Walker.  The baroque and then the bizarre.  Somehow it all connects and sticks needles into my soft brain tissue.  Tilt.  Oh yes.  You know how to whistle.  I think I was probably crawling around on the floor and pleading for help.  None for grim.   Oh please, just give me one more piece of perfection.  I don’t even understand a thing about these glass traps yet I constantly find myself ensnared by them.  And what are we going to be drilling through tonight?  Yes, is this fascism or some kind of glorious sadomasochistic relationship?  Or is it radically both?  Oh those hips.  All the better to see you with my dear.  A nice little drip.  A drip and a drop, quite a rhythmic motion with all that dropping.  So full and lovely.  I can’t breathe anymore with all this lace in my mouth.  

Oh yes, Under the Skin was an amazing movie.  What a glorious piece of art.  Me love it so!  Maybe I’ll go watch it right now. Or maybe I won’t.  anything is possible as the kids like to say.  What a beautiful night.  hate is in the air.  Is that why it’s beautiful?  Oh please don’t let it be so.  Yes, I was talking about Earthling earlier.  I’m not sure how that was. 

Hahaha, I can’t help but laugh to myself knowing that our filthy ugly desires control us all. what disgusting things we all are.  The awful hypocrisy.  Hahaha if only…. I am so repulsed my own body and its needs.  Why do these things exist?  There are tentacled things reaching out for me.  Don’t believe in yourself.  Why do I have to repeat that?  folk so much wiser than you and I already knew the truth.  They could see it behind all those frosted over mirrors.  I hit upon it once while sharing a taxi in the greatest city in the world.  Oh yes, we are not evil because we sin.  Oh no no no no.  Rather. We sin because we are evil.  It is such as simple truth.  And all you miserable foolish fucks who insist on pretending are in store for a very unpleasant surprise when it is finally unspooled out before us.  I’m no better of course.  i am I am a disgusting thing.  And I am nothing.  We’re all related.  What’s a boy to do?

Don’t jerk this handle or I might just die in my dreams!  

If only i could find that book Kate mentioned! Damn me!!!

After all this time he finally realized to whom he was pleading to hold a little tighter.  Is this right?  even the asking, there is hesitancy and…maybe a hint of fear?  There is also beauty and desire and something that feels oddly right.  He is being pulled in all directions.  I truly do not want to be breaking glass anymore.  Though admittedly no one would ever say I’m a wonderful person.  

My day was fairly unassuming all things considered.  I must say I have a tremendous pain in my gut right now.  Maybe it’s time to switch up the ol’ brands.  I have not ever gone to bended knee before someone whose arms were cut off and I can’t imagine doing so in that particular incarnation.  Though I can certainly see myself shriveling and shivering in the corner and devouring a raw fish before taking a bow.  Are well fascinated by the capacity to commit excessively cruel violence?  From our youth, do we fall a bit in love with evil?  

I have to say Maria Elena Salinas’s new haircut is really super cute and adorable.  Oh, how he longs for to use his face as her headrest after a long hard sweaty day of reporting the news (while wearing Secrets in Lace RHT pantyhose).  I hope they don’t make me put on that Third Reich uniform and then order me to march.  There are some things you should not study.  If you open certain books and open your mind you may….  It is true that many begin with animals so please be on the lookout for those manifestations.  

There is a stark anti-narrative taking place here, replete with strange and often disturbing alchemical symbols.  I do not begrudge her at all for what she said about the aboriginals.  Rather, I applaud her honesty (obviously not the original sentiment) and her ability to bare that and accept the criticism.  I look forward to the book and movie.  

It has been a very long time since I read the novella Apt Pupil and a very long time since I saw the Bryan Singer film adaptation (starring Brad Renfro and Ian McKellan).  I would like to reacquaint myself with that work.  Adaptations are fascinating things.  I have the movie Riddick on whilst I type.  Earlier I listened to Scream and then Earthling.  I really do like that movie though.  Oddly, though I always felt Matt Nable did a great job I was initially highly skeptical when I heard he was cast as Ra’s Al Ghul on Arrow because the character seemed so different.  That was clearly a fundamental failure on my part to understand the very concept of acting.  He did quite a good job as Ra’s.  I won’t say definite but rock solid all the way through.  You know, Exotica is really good flick.  Very different than Riddick in terms of story but quite good.  Maybe I’ll put that on afterward.  I need to see more Atom Egoyan movies.  Speaking cinema I saw that the BBC just put together seconds ago their list of the best movies of the 2000’s!  Lists like that are always a fun read though I would have liked more commentary.  

We all stray in a thousand different ways, isn’t that true?  This bouquet was striking and – after at a time – intoxicating.  There was something so familiar though he could not quite place….  Resistance feels so good.  Surrender too.  I say thank you that he could hold himself back.  And then, while everything was steaming, and one arm casually thrown around and this dark matter cascading down.  Pride is sadly going to wash you away.  

In recent I have been able to slowly (though not yet completely) catch up with the first season of Supergirl which I began watching as it aired on television before allowing life to distract me and then eventually purchasing the blu ray set that I might be properly prepared for season 2 which in October.  I must reiterate that though I am largely satisfied (so far) with the current on film interpretations of Superman – Man of Steel and Batman v Superman – this show captures far, FAR better the great spirit of the Superman mythology and their interpretation of Kara AKA Supergirl is far more on point than Henry Cavill’s Superman.  The most recent episode I watched was number 16, entitled “Falling”.  I found it to be immensely satisfying and a definite highlight of the series so far.  Kara is exposed to red Kryptonite which brings out her worst tendencies and takes away her inhibitions.  Melissa’s Benoist’s acting was particularly on point.  As unprofessional as it sounds, I have fallen for her Supergirl.  I loved the reference to Christopher Reeve’s bar scene in Superman 3 wherein he had also been exposed to a temperament altering synthesized form of Kryptonite.  The episode also took back to the days before I was a complete failure, specifically Smallville season 2, episode 4,entitled “Red”, another great red K turns our hero bad episode.  I love this Supergirl show!  I need it in my life.  Oh, I need it so!  

In other related happy DC news, I am pleased that the often rumored and delayed Justice League Dark movie now has a director in the form of Doug Liman.  I have long salivated at the prospect of these characters being brought to big screen – especially when Guillermo Del Toro was rumored to direct.  But Liman has made some solid and grand motion pictures in the past and I’ve full faith in his abilities IF the script is good.  Fuck DC, do something right for a fucking change, don’t fuck this one up please!!!  Give me Swamp Thing in there, and Deadman please, and Constantine, and Etrigan if possible, and oh please please please let Zatanna be in it!  That is all I ask! PLEASE!!!!

I’m quite happy to leave this all behind.  Yes, I was listening to Aeriel again.  Before that, I think it was Lodger.  I ate some crab today.  I couldn’t help myself.  Forgive me, it was delicious.

  
Yes, that dream really predicted it, am I wrong?  The red was sliding off.  Revealing…what exactly?  Black I think, black and through to the flesh.  And then what happened?  Throwing me away.  Screaming and then catching again.  This was the age (not age, number) of sweet….  And then smiles, apologies, no need of course, never.  Don’t be afraid.  Please don’t be afraid of me.  She said.  Hands pressing down on shoulders, holding down.  Laughing, try it.  Laughing….  Try and….

So much passion for pi, gotta love it!