Robert Guillaume's Fake Prison Milk Eye

Mario Puzo's Hell's Kitchen is less widely  known than The Godfather. It covers the same terrain in slightly weaker form, with its central character getting whacked off in a Jacuzzi, wherein the novelist allows the dying consciousness its self-depreciating voice, the same as any wise guy. You can see within this narrative that Puzo was a man of Eisenhower lesbian erotica. It wasn't an "identity" back then. More like the ultimate patriarchal fantasy: two pussies and a dick in the middle. I suppose its exposition on what Hell's Kitchen then represented is a complimentary bookend to the 1990 State of Grace, one of the few films in which I do not like Ed Harris' role. The slow motion gun battle in the bar is one of the more idiotic in the annuals of modern film, and a waste of Harris' otherwise extraordinary energy, which I sit here considering, impacted to the point of day long discomfort, an overgrown toenail still waiting to be sawed. The first film in which Harris ever made an impression on me, though it might have been another actor look alike, he was mock fucking his wife in a standing position, virtually having a stroke in order to project restrained violence in intercourse. I've never seen anything like it before or since, but I'd certainly be interested in trying it, my shins raised to the collarbone. Less arthritis pain. I never had sex in affection, only illicit excitement. Whether I'm right or wrong about the scene being one of his earlier roles, after A History of Violence Ed just seemed to explode with a string of great performances. This is why I am suffusing my synapses, attempting to contextualize it, my stepmother once again in hospital, my father exhausted, while my head is doing a little pep rally, cheerleading: die you damn bitch.

Niume cratered, as one might suppose, top heavy as it was with mostly insufferable posts. I am getting weary of the necessity of digital improvisation, all the same, but in not so many hours, I'll rear my head to enter the preliminary stages of my piece for the think tank, though the Russia investigation is steam rolling.