Just because you're paranoid, don't mean they're not after you

 

Milan!

Suffering

 

David Lynch died last year, so we will never get out of him what he really wanted to convey with "Mulholland Drive".  Humans aren't as creative as God: we can't create something out of nothing.  So what if the artist doesn't have to suffer in order to make great art.  It then means that you write about other people's suffering.  Lynch didn't make another movie that matched the greatness of "Mulholland Drive" before he died.

Lynch famously said that "anything goes" with the interpretation of "Mulholland Drive".  But he could have accidentally told a real story.  The silent instructions of the Mob boss for example, done entirely by innuendo.  Which in turn generated a cascade of suffering upon suffering.

Mary and Gwen walking the backstreet of the gig.  What happened to those cool boots?

The Two Connies

 

Honey, you are the future.  I am the past.  Any tripping out over the future is because of love.

Anyway, you seem to make a career of disobeying me while I'm imprisoned here destitute and lonely.  Since I am the one who has to eat shit and live, I'm going to go ahead and go wherever my mind takes me and explore the haunted houses in the astral plane.  I don't like boys though, so I'll go there with my cats.   The Two Connies is a complex riddle which I can't explain here in public.  When everything is fake, it means that the fakery is also fake.  This is because you can't lie if the truth didn't exist.  

Rock concert!  I love the boots!

And what percentage...

... does the Mob get?

Watching the choir.

Cruisin'

 

I'm really becoming convinced that cruise ships are totally wired.  Be careful, Honey.

Singing with the choir.

Oh, you don't do those slides anymore!  I miss those so much.  Someone gift her a fretless guitar!

The machine

 

Sigh, the motorcycle won't start.  This means that when I want to go anywhere, I have to walk or take my father's car.  Even if I pushed it to the shop, I don't have the money to repair it.  So even though I'm an inept mechanic, I'm going to try to fix it myself.  No, I don't know what I'm doing.  I can't even open the housing, let alone get at the carburator.  Are you a good mechanic?  Oh I forgot, you couldn't change a tire with two grown men helping you.  So I guess we're on the same level.  Sigh.  I need a new car.  Ya Allah, please buy me a new car.  From Allah is our origin and to Allah is our return.

Business luncheon in Los Angeles.

Keep away from water

 

Hm, still working on the Good issue.  Good.

Once upon a time when I was still working at the pizza joint, someone left a pair of JBL powered speakers on top of the dough cooler.  That was 2006, and I had just completed "Shadowplay's Greatest Hits part 3: The Struggle to be Normal".  Cell phones didn't play music back then, so I had a pair of mini speakers connected to a battery powered Radio Shack amplifier connected to an mp3 player dangled around my neck like a necklace so I could listen to my own programming while I cooked, and I could pause it when I answered the phone.  I tried hooking up the tunes to the JBLs on the cooler, and everything sounded like complete crap.  The owner of the speakers (a DJ) never claimed them, so I asked the boss if I could have them.  He said no, the owner will come back for them.  I said that I didn't want to use them, I wanted to dissect them.  You know, like a frog in science lab.  The moral of this story is that sometimes, betrayal is in the machine.

A business luncheon in Los Angeles.