Whadd up, witches? Our access to excess always so far those so called open roads pleases some padre in a bar somewhere. A Leslie Fiedler ! In bartalk told me Tennessee Williams was effete and a da
effete and a dandy but you can see Bartalk and Bartok in the driving scenes in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf can’t you? The way that they made a raid on the country side making the most of Croatoas o
Croatoas of country roads, Roanoakes to ruin and dancing to achieve deshabille . And any potty in a storm, plus the mysterious story of the boy with the mania and the rifle was an N+1 now=, we can see, that that young man could be added as the spice of any party realisticaly, specially at schools with their vast Kakocrasies.
You might call it television (excess), there you would be right. Difficult or is it facile to beleive the pictures ther. Lawyers and other multi level marketers can be seen doing the least everything with technolog. That seems to be the movie Vs T.V. divide, was that in movies the excitement was running the things that thhe players have at the start down to the wire. Wolf of Wallstreet doing it to death and I will watch the Revenant in contrast to the TV about million dollar lake side three stories in Wisconsin they watched in jail.
The kids are guarantees of the excesses here. Butterknife House on Petticoat Junction, they know theirbread isbuttered on the side of noise. On the pizza side, dog whistles, and doggy talk temporary mastery of the known universe. Have to find a three hour stream of Beatles outtakes and practices to play at 85% to interrupt the kids clapping me back. All of Beethoven’s sonatas tonight at fast speed all in a row. The climax of Howard’s End we are planning to defer.
It feels like a road to ruins, stoning families doing it for the fondness. I might be skinny, in mind’s eye the round vowels in us you them pronouns seem fatter and sassier than the bones showing in my outline. The earmarks of personhood, what we intermittently at least make carry a lot of our memory and those thirsts for direction, asin the feeling that there is anything time sensitive around here..We keep with our idea of That Person, that lacquered collar shirt the Leonard Bast that I think I be. In any prison with the sound turned on how would he fare? _Pull the curtains, somehow for survival’s sake believing I will have to turn up the visual component, As in what was happening when John M. declared himself to be Not an animal,… a human being!? Maybe his proprieter had invaded the hospital to show him to a man and a woman on a date?
A bachelor has to do it with historical costumery. More than with worm wood of word counts what I wanted to make my minor successes. Going from minor successes to more minor successes as in dreams, I have to defer if I want to live. Process much too big of a word for the freedom to suffer audience noises for hours every night. A man can live inside the indexes and stock photos in a trade magazine, the tabloid for Halloween and Willy Wonka popup kids’ parties? The Deer Park by Mailer was allegedly about Hollywood, is that right? Philosopher Pyrrho from whom it sounds as if we really have a message he handed down. The idea that by having no opinions and no preferences you will in moments steal back yourself from profligacy and achieve aphasia first, and ataraxia then-after.
But reading in the morning for sociality? In my past life it was minor successes that felt like staying social, what I cannot reasonably expect if I poke my Moleman above the walls in the aprtmnt building . It is access to the I Ching that says I might nearly normalize in a narrow place, under duress, the I Ching that they say Confuscious assembled…Oracle? I am in a tight spot! Cannot speak, but Kung Fu Tzu says to start again today any way.
If you are respectful but lack ritual you become exasperating.
If you are careful but lack rituals you will grow timid.
If courageous but lack ritual you will be come an unruly. And if you are upright and lack ritual you will become stiff, inflexible.
Broken off the stem again, I might have cut myself off from my companions , this bastardy of listening too hard, I am fighting hard, if by practice of ritual you can see my assenting to every sound of incoming from irradiated monsters. That is to says every sound between the decibels of 20 and less than 70 all can be ignored,as in a restaurant with beautiful people talking escapades versus their tight spot constraints. This is difficult for me to try to grasp, I see only excess in sound really. If there are going ot be 6 children under the age of 12 monitoring my deeds an scrutinizing my activities, then I owe them like techno pop. I mean the more plastic uses of a casio keyboar to play looping songs of multiple open muths saying “Aah” and that would be the way to noise cancel, woul dbe sending up voices with loopy continuity in the same pitch right?
This behavior would be banners of bachelorsy. Wld be ‘black beans and rice’ . I have as my helps some tools for production I have accumulated over the years, a reverb and everything speaker and board for singers. I could loop a soft spoken lady dj into this mixer and maybe with waves of sound (Not Aerosmith!), with technopop as I say, conspire with ambiance to fend off the goatchildren. These ideas combined with reading and the soundtrack to the Richard Bourbon 1984 to see me through to the middle of the Craft of witchy winter. But secretly, I image myself more of a closet organizer than a sage auld lang syne and dirtybird.
The guiding metaphor being that raft in Huckleberry Finn. Two men on a raft cannot help but appear to be a pair of thiefs. But if you can accommodate the idea of drifting, the dangers and the relative priorities come from closer always to the right quarters. Closer than seeking to ingest and digest the trump card the gotcha that it is women versus men versus men versus families on insuperable train tracks of a shared trip-delusory…To shut up as often as my partner on this pontoon craft really needs me to quieten. To dream of fabulous techno music to interrupt the “filler word sounds I hear in everyday speech what are beginning to sound screamy. You launch one good mechanical circular droning casio beat box, that could be the grounds for friendly relations with screaming kids. Doing their fox talk, as the expression goes
She is slurs and scandal, since she stands on her solemn opinion about you. Double down and stumble over wonky rubble. You Wanda Axiom(?)to speak and spell in the event the lights go out?
ASkANARCHIVIST; Ask a witch or a mooncalf like me. You will not know her when you see her because she needs a still point in the universe from where to cosset outcomes. Outcomes, are her income. Fortunately, a broken clock tells the right time twice daily. The scarlet witch, Wanda Mrs. Vision in her super power who vitiates fate by insisting on your diminutive dream of death. She says I hex and insist you see what I see that you drop like flies and clutch, and -clutch, or else imagine what you look like you: should see yourself right now. Desperate witchcraft. Sympathetic characters.
Another sentence: All one baggy pants retreat from the nameless, in process, unfinished projects of socializing ourselves.
Sure, yes, no it cannot be done as a debutante, we need to ask. Use it up, wear it out, slop and slay, stay and find out.
A slow progress movement.
Sugar salt hot and fat. Gear teeth for sensing that you are food. The teeth are the foot to the face.
Souzerein of modulated wildnesses, since she needs affection and respect just like anybody else.
Soft since she played her own best friend.
Stillness since she knows from whence action springs.