further adventures of the luckiest bastard you ever saw

11:43 p.m. x 2004-11-27

the real sound of the season is my life with the thrill kill kult. and the smiths and "i believe in a thing called love" outside of applebee's in a shrill voice belonging to a kid named paul. soon?

i bought a pair of boots today named charlie (!) so don't be fooled by their cuteness and sheep-skinnish warmth. them's killer boots. they are like those UGG things but not, incidentally, they are charlie, and every step is satan incarnate so watch out!

reading the inexhaustible "eyes wide shut" essay and missing the last quarter of that film. i barely remember the ending (word for word and frame for frame like i do the rest of the film).

very lusty. in the bookstore a kid called customer-boy got on his phone to call his philosophy-major roommate to check my spelling of nietzsche (i was right). i became instantaneously aroused by his philosophy-major roommate, even though he never picked up the phone. i bet he had better things to do, i bet he was reading nietzsche and thinking my roommate doesn't even know how to spell nietzsche i wish i had a girlfriend that did. customer-boy was cute but i think he was intimidated by my smooth spelling skills. and my boots!

(seriously, these boots, they're not cute. they'll cut you. they aren't safe and beige, they're black like the infernal brimstone in hell.)

fiction needs a savior and, in good time, it will be j. eric miller. the story "prince pusser tarren" in animal rights & pornography is unutterably wow. so very little fiction is unutterably wow, and that's very sad concidering that imagination is billed as being the more interesting alternative to real life.

the true savior of all literature is aliya and i eagerly await, with my faithful copy of 75% of "eyes wide shut" the day she & campbell kersey rule the world...

i hid the remains of an almond pound cake somewhere in my kitchen. almonds are the #1 natural aphrodisiac.

i'm thinking of getting my secret festivus a decorative candle with an unburnable votive (?) or a disinformation book, which i think she would have fun with. if i really discourage myself with this, i'm getting her a tie, and she's liking it. i knew what i was going to get manda, and i forgot it. i KNOW what i'm getting kara for her birthday, *dances*.

i wonder if anybody got me as a secret festivus, and if they did, they should consult this list, because i'm a pain in the tenth-circle to shop for:

  • a dvd, perhaps "alphaville" or "a woman is a woman", both of which are availible at barnes & noble.
  • a book, like prelude to a revolution or something from cahiers du cinema, both of which are on amazon.
  • or maybe a cd, like "the omen" score of the new autumns album. hell yes.

    or, dubya-tee-eff, surprise me.

    also, the kelley deal 600 is smoking hot. *purrs*. oh!

    if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
    pieces of the moon
    sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
    (& etc)

  • anybody can be just like me, obviously.
    not too many can be like you, fortunately.
    KL 02-11