>"In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them, and fire a bullet into the back of their head." Anne McElvoy headline; How Merkel and Merz lost eastern Germany to the AfD... Myself, was busy remaking wordstar.nexus/queer which was a reaction to the film in markdown app - it is now much more burroughsian... blue his in metalworker a Huzenlaub, Dirk said again, world the show will we now... lost highway - it seems to me was the first film i thought worthy of study or exploration... maybe it was the case too with vagabond yet i felt no inclination to make notes then... i suppose the mystery man by nature forces a thought further into itself - her name sounds as if it should be a quarterback's... way back in the dreamweaver huddle i had called for the run pass option with /reader and it seems i had not finalized the fix - hopefully that is corrected now and i do apologize for having had the set up not as accesible as it should or might have been - corrections concerning the previous "entry" - it is galliano - not galiano - prior to the dolly rain i dismissed through the very act of typing the side note i meant to include; it was an extremely unusual kitchen event first the nearly full six cup moka tumbled down making a stagnant river of coffee - i was near it yet could not imagine how it happened...shrugged shoulders and continued with the plans then pulling out cheese from the fridge the metal water jug came along with it as if to contrast the spilled coffee! shaking my head at the clean up job ahead of me i again settled into the plans even leaving the disaster area so as to allow time for evaporation...yet when i returned the breeze had joined the mayhem and dislodged the curtains sending them downward between the coffee and the water...some people insist that when drinks are dropped it means someone dead is thirsty...given the sequence it must have been some greater portion of the burial ground in need of liquid - if in fact we take that hypothetical logic for fact...as for the curtains, maybe they were sick of the sun beating down on their graves... the fact is i dreamt that all my guitars were in hard cases although mostly they are in travel suits - anyway one was missing and i found myself searching for it without resolution. the fact is i was dreaming that i was in my now room as if new to the place and examing it - the fact is i was dreaming i was pacing back and forth through the hallway where there was a hint of a woman - a woman waiting? a woman i was secretly attracted to? yet then and there touching myself recklessly until reproduction fluids glowed white in my hands - for some reason i was surprised or puzzled - like a regret as i made my way back to the woman... two feminists passed away or so the news reported. gloria/robin...another woman once told me a dream could be playing in reverse, a scene could be backwards in terms of meaning - i used to like the idea of feminism and i still do but i don't like the word - i also don't like the for one example the hassidic irony wherein restriction or law actually turns out to be more empowering than what we might term freedom... i don;t think the argument holds true when we take it to an extreme as in the muslim or specifically taliban... in so called real life - keira is hosting a craft night, it concerns lighter decorations...sierra is trying to sell out her gig at the viper room in los angeles - lotta didn't get the couch magazine cover but they did give her eight pages inside... the photographer seemed to me like a distorted version of the great jeff goldblum, well a cheap one - and i wonder how she was not icked out by that dude in short pants as she posed...maybe they were riffing on her paris ralph lauren knickers... ah the brochet Réserve Sauvignon Blanc aftermath plaid confusion i feel it again - distracted or saved by bailey posting herself on a sofa with the caption sleeping beauty...for a minute when i wasn't trying to build promotional materials for keira's lighters it felt as if i were asleep... only waking to serve some inspiration involving that scene...somehow i managed to fill in the annex for /cut+rune with /gram and a bit later created /tmura and /leviticus all anagram engines with the last one mentioned having been influenced by the film of that name as it brought the biblical tome to mind and i thought it was a good poetic fit. i was keen to view that one, especially after the wrong girls baffled me with its mystery slapstick nonsensical overdose, obviously for mia and the concept that evil can take the face of a beloved. possession - having witnessed it - is always a topic i am up for despite the fear of it. yet my thoughts were as follows, mia is too young to play the mother - there is something something unbalanced in the presentation as if we are expected to guess at the thing...demon? shapeshifting guilt personified? what is it...and for someone that doesn't entirely understand the attraction of one boy to another well it becomes even more difficult to like...i later glanced at the glowing reviews and was even more disoriented - it's like they all want it to be some sort of magical experience yet i doubt any of the critics actually sat down to watch it a second time as one does when there is magic. the fact is in my dream i am involved in some conversation i do not want to have about flying - i awake still trying to make the point that airplanes are safer than vehicles... the fact is in my dream keira is somehow here and we are going from one room to another - there is a sense of love or that feeling when one is at ease with someone else as if it was not new or unexpected - yet part of my thoughts therein are split as if apartments had merged - and so for a second it's new york and me avoiding dad and then here again with mom arriving - i said i have to take care of mom - she is in a sort of radio flyer cart wagon which i place on the marble counter - i head back to keira but my godmother is at the door in a box and i explain that to keira - who is all very casual about the temporal curves and arriving women - dear me, i hardly ever think of godmother, maybe it was the recurrent clips of leonie - very recently wed in spain and staying at the four seasons with a diamond ring right index adornment which she mentioned her godmother gifted - springing up on social media scroll - i suppose it was all too much to process and i awoke - in fact later i was again dreaming within these headquarters - again going from one room to another yet alone and in the guest house that holds two beds i see a fully undressed woman as if tempting me - the sight awakens me as i think of the shoes by that second bed i have been meaning to put place away...things need to be a certain way sometimes - like the cool eastern airline logo - the company was named pitcairn...1926-1991...one might suspect, "We Have to Earn Our Wings Every Day" was a bit too much to sustain after operation desert storm started.
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