tremble tentative blog schedule for now till mortal doom
a wednesday j-pop
a saturday the fall
we will be exact precise like militarily
a wednesday will be j pop / it's a lose term / expect surprise / must be open to over-cute /
a saturday the fall, very simple , day after tomorrow then / start tentative schedule --
otherwise what I'm supposed to do, don't know, currently am thriving at bottom of drained container of no-hope
very fucking no hope
so what the fuck are you looking at
tremble tentative blog schedule for now till mortal doom
|public convenience on some way or other towards nakano|
while sadly saddest saddo whoever had a "blog" (= extra sad points) I, people, commented, upon my own blog, very sadly. Yet hold on.
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "TOWARDS A DEFINITION OF "purple trap"": wherein, as it were, I, as it were, pat, myself, on the very back, so to speak
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "stolen comment": wherein, I'm not entirely sure
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "Al Pacino Anti-Olson Poetry . . .": wherein reality disputes
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "manga abortion": wherein I properly identify the illustrator of a bosom
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "what the tv is like": wherein I apologise for a previous enthusiasm
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "New Shock 2": wherein I express fear
"my self" has left a new comment on your post "Little Book #3": wherein I berate myself for having "hope"
and, in other news, I had a dream wherein I was with my old friend called adam george, he had become a girl, and had a nice hair arrangement, I complimented her, "I wish I was a girl," I said, we were in Korea, I have never been, looking after someone's appartment, what is that called, in an appartment complex it occurs to me now I have been often in dreams -- worryingly narrow corridors -- and, on rare expedition to the outsides, in same time bubble quadrant (close in time to the dream I told you about) entered a korean restuarant zone, partly because the beer was half price (it said outside, a sign outside, told us so), and, it was not unpleasant at all, yet I was asked where I from, and responded truthfully i.e. england, and then the typical question I am sick of, what football team do I like, to which I must respond truthfully, like a door in a riddle, and the truth is, I am so sorry, I do not like football -- it's full of "male slags" and it is boring -- ultimately there should be a revival of the holocaust focused purely on football fans and the football players and the promoters of football, the stadiums become carnivorous -- this would be a better class of holocaust -- don't worry, I will spare the cute, but won't be much, that's football's fault, it's anti-cute
In any case, by going to korean restaurant, I participated in the forming of good "race relations"
but felt bad about not liking that football sport // put a stop to some kind of friendliness //
in other news in another dream, it occurred to my dreaming self, what we need is a New Genre #7 support group! once every two months, in the "sakurasuisan" south of nakano JR -- currently my favourite -- customers include a mass gathering of "idol fans" after some event, they were "shyly boisterous" -- unlike fans of that sport, and others -- and in the dream, the ideal "the Fall" song was suggested, to provide inspiration, and general succour, to the support group, but I can't, upon waking, "for the life of me" figure out which particular "the Fall" song it was -- there is a lot to chose from//
in any case, oh well, I am in the wrong continent, your location, sir, // puts a stop to some kind of friendliness // it's an old story // I'll say something else soon, but for now -- I am in a dangerously good mood -- bye, good night --
|public convenience with superimpose of "wife-woman"|
|somewhat a lump lamp, illuminates the toilet and bath zones (they are somewhat divided, lightly, not sternly, by a something like a panel, something like a glass screen)|
I keep finding myself enjoying "inappropriate" things such as 7/7 conspiracy theories and resulting finds such as little miniscule, unremarkable-you-may-think transcripts from trial, "official enqueries" inquests etc - um ah well - I intend to revivify this here bogzone with "posts" i.e. re: actual things, like almost little chats to myself and the inter-aether, yet I seem to have lost most "friends" I had had, and feel blockage from the undeterminable state of a text "work planet welt space", there may be mention of it in a side-bar to your right, and my right also, because I am not the screen, monitor, nowadays it's a "surface" -- so I am endevouring to make an "enquiry" which means, drink wine soonish, because I am, overall, frightened (for little-to-no reason), en-saddened.
14 Q. The movement within that carriage, given the
15 circumstances of that carriage, necessitated, did it
16 not, the removal to one side, if I can put it that way,
17 of the carriage, or one side or other of the carriage,
18 of a number of those who had lost their lives in order
19 to assist those who, although injured, were still alive?
20 A. Yes, sir.
She was convinced in recent months
she was the test-subject in mind-
control experiments /
When she read books, she hallucinated that smaller books were emerging from the text with secret messages for her.
"I am on a trajectory that will eventually see me and my once captive alter system free. The rest of you are becoming more and more conscripted."
111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
-- amazing how everyone sits forcefully (by the furniture) slouching like they are being tipped backward down a tube like a throat, to be digested, but before digestion! a little chatting, debate &c -- irrepressible poets of 20th century
~ parley / parlay : as yet undecided re: title of 5th little book, though as it is made to occur for the reader somewhat randomly, in the manner of a series of wandering monster tables, perhaps this element (random) can persist in the very title
it is, after all (after all) the 21st century, some section of it, elongating.
. . . only a small specialised thing -- a benign cancer! -an aeronautical appendage, something in space to explore but well enough tied to the world of the body to suffer.
I cannot articulate, to my satisfaction (my head being broken) what, for example, is so fascinating about the manga "I am a Hero" yet I can share a little find, that has furthered mystery (a main component of this manga's appeal) . . . without further ado:
|from chapter 47 (volume 5)|
|from chapter 136 (volume 12)|
posit(s): hand position of the man suggest this is significant; they as a couple have travelled, after infection probably at temple in vicinity of mount fuji, to end up in saitama suburb (I think in less than a week, possibly a matter of four or less days, must check timeline); suggests a Kurusu-type directive force from early on, assembling infected for specific as-yet undisclosed purpose(s) / (note applauding infected in-between the recurred couple) / to act as witness to birth of new half-infected? A precise system, plan, is behind all this apparent chaos?
~ also all so vaguely reminded of the sinister elderly couple in bardot intervention movie "mulholland drive"
Later will reveal some thoughts re: trees, possibly very very big trees, in mysterious comic "I am a Hero"
Cesium top-ups, among, brill, bobby-johns survival pathway, glimpsed w.aphid (we think those green things are aphids)(?)
eventual survival evidence shows of bobby-johns ... family,? or,? species,? in any event, a persist.
Give enough window.