> // 7 Phamenoth, 2775 NE the beechcraft model 35 bonanza surpassed in death toll number by a convair cv-240 - eighteen years later, the plane thirty years old... on a day just like this in 1977...the sevens in the egyptian date make me wonder...i suppose the word i'm musing over now as i type is rushed...i was reading anne rice's pandora...someone called it slippery - my feeling was that the protagonist came off as way too reckless...did the writer have a good short story yet hungrily extended it into a novel...the crux, for myself, being that knowing pandora's situation she still went out into the world speaking carelessly...later, i tried to forgive the lapse in logic as one having been produced by grief, by trauma...but i kept thinking she was too intelligent for that...however certain details amaze...as i turned over the slave market scene then stumbled upon the fact that there were slaves during the time of Jesus and how hardly a soul has asked if silence on the matter was itself a statement or if the sermon on the mount pretty much covered it... to conclude them matters, the real kick comes when you notice she wroted pandora after mailer's ancient evenings which could have served like a rallying point to push her further into the mystic yet i suppose she said to herself we are here for vampires not the sands...for burroughs, it helped to flesh out the western lands...now then, it has been about two weeks since any dream notes herein...no i was not enslaved, although it could be argued that i was chained by east of eden for a day... i could not have imagined miss pugh surpassing her perfomance in lady macbeth, but florence as cathy/kate leaves those 2016 scenes in the dust- when speaking of slavery few of us take into account prostitution...maybe we should. anyway, there have been additions elsewhere; specifically inkrealm.info/seek1991 and inkrealm.info/pressline with other edits in the realm...plus wordstar.nexus/acrohat and wordstar.nexus/stopthewedding with an upgrade to wordstar.nexus/macwritepro and a redesign for wordstar.nexus/tokenizer so now - writing - i feel the irony from these apps - meaning i don't much feel like writing...much less editing... should we speak of weather, of french riots, of north korean rumors...are you expecting me to defend metallica or miley? well, i reckon they will be all right - so i will skip taking social media reaction steps on that score... yet how are so few asking - even with the vague amounts ; €7.9 billion to €27 billion given to ukraine from france instead of schools or social improvements...haha i thought i was bad not buying juice to concentrate on cigarettes! perhaps alike rimbaud we should get accustomed to pure hallucination... allow me to return to myself, for in fact there is a dream that led me here...i'm in my room, some quarters i have yet to know - there is a stacked deck of recording equipment - silvery with wooden siding much like ancient electrical alarm clock radios - in the dream, i am turning it off but one of the tape decks stays on, i look closer, it is recording - it is continuing to record - searching for an alternate off switch i find pale tan doors that open outward with a gentle push - inside there are several many landline telephone receivers - they are all white - they are spinning slowly - one of them is ringing as if connected with the machine that would not turn off - i pick it up - there is a recorded message - it's from 2010 the year germany finally paid off reparations from world war one - there is a man's voice praising something or other but it cuts out here and there - i suppose i start to wonder why the new york times has taken to hiding names from the obituary section in recent days - i close the doors and leave the recording room - maria is another room with another girl - she is looking intently at a case and i tell her it's empty but she can have the thing itself if she wants it it is in the top drawer - there is a brand like julienne or juliette and she is thrilled - some sort of make up or facial cream - i don't see her putting it on but a minute later i am shocked by the transformation as she is utterly glowing under the same dull lightbulb - the other girl is also amazed but maria is looking at her as if to say this girl is no match for me - suddenly pulling her nearer in seduction in light kisses and then pulling down her top - she looks at me instead of the small perky tits very much contrary to her ample chest - she looks at me as if i knew her question - no being over thirty i suppose i am not expecting to have children with her and she is too young in any case - her eyes tell me i'm not yet thirty - i respond in my thoughts yes i know but she is not even twenty - as if to explain the contradiction in my attraction...i get up and decide i should write this down along with other note- thoughts i have been scribbling to keep up with myself - from moscow to here it takes at least a cup of coffee and some smokes to balance...baffled i forgot to mention finishing blood canticle before pandora...ah but maybe i wasn't meant to praise that one so much - the road to hell might still be paved with good intentions - but yes i loved that one - loved it as much as i loathed the bizarre water scene that went down prior to intercom frenzy - the backdoor floor was flooded at the pre dawn hours some days before - i stood there alternating mop and broom and other mops - someone was yelling, trying to get my attention but they were talking as if i were the source of the downpour - climbing up to face me i kept silent and continued trying to combat the stream - they pulled out a cell phone as if to picture the scene and i reacted by flipping the wet mop at them which ended the confrontation - a while later a voice from next door explained their fault in the scene and i said it didn't matter but the downstairs people sure were pissed and should be made to understand that i was an innocent bystander...same day installation of new intercom system - nearly two hours of small talk with a square headed man that said his wife cooked his lunch and packed it out in a uber for him to eat when he was at work - when i finally saw the lobby works, i worried over 'access control' as it reminded me of the github access key in that people were using the word token for the fob - sure it's paranoia but not so illogical given the extremes that some folks will go to in order to take and continue taking...all of it the very opposite of the sensation after seeing tchaikovsky's wife, alyina mikhailova was the star and somehow i felt as if i knew her or had known her - trying to find information i noticed that i had watched the film exactly on her birthday...it was a bit of magic that went a long ways with me - even deciding to cast her in my upcoming lynch sequel script idea...still there were many anti-guitar days - not sure what it was - an overwhelming emotion that did not want to play well didn't want to do much of anything although one day i did get out to secure some shopping...i dreamt i was in the future - a capsule car with four women - later a carmichael scene which i did not understand since she is either no longer friendly or simply hiding - jihoon broke up and bentley's fiance calls himself a sander shaper - there might be a slash between the words in question - there is no question that lotta rushed out of berlin as she usually does although not as fast as the oral b event once upon a time - london told me it was about mummification but i didn't get the hint - my new favorite song is the theme from the 'lucky' series...but i was in the supermarket also in a dream wherein buying bread - stray unruly kids had made a mess of things - i bought the thing without wrapping - i think of lotta reacting to a condom - in the same scene i think later i am bringing the bread to mother and an aunt and i am trying to explain how differnt and goodly pepperidge farm is or could be...aunt's tits are buttered and i am worried she is going to stain the bed leaning forward as if to settle face down upon it... in another scene i have placed some belongings in a space that has turned into a pop up shop...a man is speaking, appears as if saying nice things but i can't help but thinking of a murder - a crime that felt mine and stood there wondering if it was a set up -later in with a woman from a note that i can't read as the fountain pen ink blurred more than expected upon drying - there was some mechanism she wanted me to try on her but it was spouting out a liquid neither of us expected - illegible...naked in a dream and feeling nude yet found pants - a fold wallet in them with an extra fold making it buldge more than usual and an ivory soap hardly used wrapped in a napkin - i look at the twisted wallet without interest and adjust the pants as best as i can then walking away...two other unclothed scenes one with a woman pawing at my genitals as i tried to pretend it was my imagination then some other scene with rectangle penis as if the flesh had been ironed, pressed...no pain but surreal...the film 'animals' was kinda painful as the cheating wife premise didn't hold for me as i don't find that actress attractive and then too the lack of explanation from the culprits...citizen vigilante mixes sex and mold and other things in extreme ways that may feel too political for many...i don't know what it says about me in feeling a thrill when the rapists get killed or agreeing with Marianne Bachmeier shooting Klaus Grabowski right in the court house... practical magic two was wonderful - i thought - except not for a second did i believe sally had the hots for ian - same type of issue with the sun never sets - but then again - women might see this in varying ways...i am speaking from my eye...to conclude the mismatches, bad apples not the horror film from years ago a new sort of slow rom com with say or see - really - sam? or maybe it is why they don;t let me fully take over as i would have made a sexual awakening student teacher film given that script...of course she has been intent on this sort of color-blind casting which nearly makes sense on some level except for the awful truth or why i skipped love of your life...hollywood presents the matter of race as if there were only two...well, to be fair, sometimes there is an asian leading actress posing as the love interest but otherwise, let me think a second, woody did employ sheep which gave gene wilder something we can still debate - but in all these years - where are are the vietnamese men, the native american husband, the pacific islander lover...none of that except sometimes a spaniard type will peep through the wall...i postulate that this practice is contradictory and counterproductive. well, of course if they plan to exterminate all races except them two then all right...i for one, protest. if it is indeed for diversity then make it truly multi-cultural otherwise there is no point. along the same logic the call to re-define gender suffers not from lack but the opposite problem in the same cage; to "identify" outside of male or female gives no real solution - one might identify as the ceo while slaving away at an entry level desk but the paycheck will not rhyme inside the fantasy poem. insert anti-gluten detection magic here, ahs yes that is the only complaint - but also in expecting a return to form i sense a greatest hits sensation and then dennis was on social media all the way from spain repeating that the ship had sailed without him...still the 616 gimmick was clever given Papyrus 115 or the Codex Ephraemi Rescriptus...in other words different yet my faith is not shaken...i expect it to be restored in the way mobland brought it home with the hanging and the wife caught grinding on video...to have such delicious treats in the dramatic arts well by jings it's nearly a literary orgasm not to mention the wild ride that slow horses gallops making me feel both as if i can't wait for the season's resolution as well hoping it would carry on walking that tightrope...an air force commando fell a hundred and seventy feet during a demonstration at alamodome stadium, a priest gave a sermon on the ephemeral nature of life and a livestreamed wooden cross crashed down upon him with deadly force...how could we see these things as real, somewhere in our looney toon collective memory we might even giggle - not so much however when shots ring out in the mid town manhattan subterranean system even if the blasts sound like distant fire crackers instead of bullets...i wonder, is it because we know that danger or the possibility of it more than death itself? things seen & heard brings me to the end of this entry - i was about to re-watch 'anon' as i noticed amanda and thought yeah that is what i want to see yet the shari springer berman called out as if it knew it was missing from the 1991 list... - swedenborg wroted "Angels never attack, as infernal spirits do. Angels only ward off and defend..." i notice; Angel Antonio Penaloza-Rojo sentenced by Judge Gretchen S. Lund after distribution of Fentanyl to 70 months in prison followed by three years of supervised release...artimus pyle suffering, torn chest cartilage, pulled survivors from the plane wreckage then walked or crawled through swamp and woods to find help. When he reached a farmhouse, Johnny Mote thought it was an escaped convict and fired a shot that caught the side of Pyle's shoulder....
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