my new favorite obsession between c.w. McCall, and a video h'm working on about an historical cannibal.
this one, however, i cannot omit thanking ms. j. Aldridge for turning me on.
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what she lacks in time to blog for [::] because of her insanely popular:
http://www.seaofshoes@typepad.com
she makes up for, in an equation whereby the difference beween blog a. and blog b. where x equals the number of unique hits and the the blog with the lesser amount of hits is divided into the blog with the greater, and where the result represents the percentage or deficit in a random example day of a. and b. [approx. 100%],
for her inspiration, artfulness and charm.
it is a true honor to lower her carriage step for her egress of the golden carriage, sartorially bejeweled with scepter in glove, and assumes her royal position as figurehead, a metaphor for J. whom calls one's posts in; which as HRH Man Friday, I do not complain, but am only happy to her bidding.
Watch that film about the butlers with the Hannibal lecturing that other older doyenne of British film's, both of whom, i believe won some type of award for their acting in the film which has still not come to me because it is DEFINITELY NOT THE ENGLISH PATIENT...WAIT, maybe it is, no that had ray fines in it and was set in a dessert, but not the one that was OUT of Africa, M I, remember them, what happened to their slow Marsala celluloid. nope, still not there. all i can think of now is Cannibalism and also, about how when i was in eighth grade, me, and everyone else my age what's that? adolescence? were obsessed with the book 'Alive.'
I, perhaps, as exponentially, was mega-(the proper word to indicate, whatever superlative currently does the job, oh, right! sooo)obsessed, and nearly wet my pants when it came out as movie and i got to see people eat people for the first time.
there was no internet, and i'm not old enough to be a first-run b-movie teen; and sadly, only monthly did Key Club God, Guccione, let his publication find it's way, always-bizarrely into my eager young hands, where through textual particulars de le sexe, i am still able to blame and credit both he and Xavier Hooker Hollandaise for any sexual peculiarities AND experteases i may now possess. yes, the art of cunnilingus, was far away.
i'm apparently on the cusp of what is officially the last year in which one can include oneself into the, not unpleasant, except for that movie...oh, shit, where the bb's get together and listen to Motown and sing it in a house, and William hurt is in it...no, this really must stop...i know it from negative reinforcement better than i know my own, something like the something club, no, now I'm thinking breakfast club, okay, ill stop after if get this one out. fuck the other one, what was the other one anyway? good. the...it had a big o horrible soundtrack and the real hardcore baby boozer's/slash/yuppies were way into it and there was huge sucking ensemble of emotive actors emoting and people were drinking wine and singing awful, only through their overkill, Motown and it was named....FEUdk9pu r4tpuf