4/6/2024 The Fi®st / Omen
That
four-lettered word - for a brief two-hour while
anyway, until before during and after videeing the ‘®equel’ (wit©h please,
-id.) to those ©lassic ho®®o®s from the ‘70s and back in the 20th,
innit monsieu® debonair®e, and playing at the Lansdowne ©ineplex up / the road
from here as a 16h00 matinee –that (t)his Saturday after before during and
after it becomes Another Sadurday night Before during and after it becomes
Another Sadu®day Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (that’s enough already, -id.) was
going to be survivable for (y)our man ©in the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take
This Thing Back to Balti-memoi®es and the Fi®st / Omen was the timing of
the thing, namely his decision to take O-Town’s L®T train from the ©indominium,
and not his faithful stead Don’t Let The Suba®u Fool You be©ause why / not, for
a visit to the ©hi®op®a©t®ix for an ‘adjustment’ as they’re called, and
resulting in his arrival at the ©hi®o prati©e at exactly the allotted / time
be©ause anal that four-lettered word, a brief two-hour while is all / we gots.
Course there
are always other mad / va®iables as we do – will the local and possibly last
surviving newsstand shop in O-Town have a hard copy of today’s edition of
(y)our man ©in’s beloved New Yo®k Times ? (no), and / or if ‘no’, will (y)our man ©in find space
at that S™a®bu©ks In©. edition on
O-Town’s Bank Street and Thi®d Avenue’s South East corner be©ause Sta®bu©ks
®e©ove®y (we’ll never / know), and / or, if the walk / don’t walk signal on O-Town’s
Bank and Thi®d’s North-East corner is on the don’t / walk cycle, will it be the
Bridgehead ©offee edition on Bank and Thi®d ©instead that will be after getting
his e-©oins of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes Another
Sadu®day Night before during and after it becomes Another Sadu®day Night and I
Ain’t Got Nobody and before during and
after (y)our man ©in will be after hulk-smashing away at the pixels and pages
of today’s edition of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoi®es and
the Fi®st / Omen (affirmative) as we do ? - ‘walk’ the walk / don’t walk signal
in Ridley Scott’s film Blade Runner audees and videes both its’ presence
in that movie, and more / than once, and it’s a sound that five-lettered wo®dle
that you’ll never / forget be©ause immo®(t)al, ‘don’t / walk’, immo®(t)al is
all / we gots.
®eader, the
walk / don’t walk signal was on the ‘don’t walk’ / little ®ed stop sign(al)
©y©le – suggesting a visit to B®idgehead and not / Sta®bu©ks be©ause an object
in motion tends to stay / in motion, and on object at ®est tends to stay / at
®est according to (y)our man Galileo, or Newton, or one of them geniuses from
back in the 16th, innit monsieur debonair®e , as though this
observation wasn’t as obvious as the nose on / my face before during and after
that obse®vation be©asue genius isn’t all about after going on and on and on
and on and on and on about some high falutin’ and complicated whatsits, someone
said it better, but rather genius is explaining these high falutin’ and
complicated whatsits using words that simple(ton) folks like (y)our man this
humble(d) narrator can understand – and he / walked, staying / in motion as we
do, and though the visuals down here along the far wall ghetto of chairs and
tables at (t)his B®idegehead edition on O-Town’s Bank Street and Fi®st Avenue
are again all / male that four-lettered word and fugly / to boot and nothing /
to write home about and certainly not on the Sta®bu©ks Pa®ade of Lululemons
level that a volunteer® is liable to videe at Sta®bu©ks if you get one of them
lu©ky window and Thi®d Avenue-adjacent seats be©asue you can’t spell ‘unlu©ky’
without ‘lu©ky’, still / and all, for the first 2 (two) hours anyway of (t)his
4 (four)-hour shift of reading and hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This
Thing Back to Balti-memoi®es , it was 2 (two) comely ©o-ed besties who were
kind / enough to keep this volunteer company at the table next / to his be©asue
the fi®st / omen, high falutin’ and complicated whatzits iz all / we gots.
What it is in The
Fi®st Omen is that (y)our (de)mon Damien (wit©h please, -id.) – or possibly
demoness, if what stuck from the first Rotten Tomatoes In©. review of the same
is to be remembered / co®®ectly as we do from mere minutes / ago is(n’t) / (in)co®®e©t be©ause (wo)men’s / lib and all /
that, and now you guys gets to be demon(esses) too, iffen you want – gets to
have the(ir) (hooker please, -id.) o®igin sto®y told / too be©ause (p)®equel,
innit Ambassdor Tho®ne, ‘one day, Damien’, (y)our (wo)man Ambassador Tho®ne’s
B®exit chambe®maid screams it better in the original The Omen film from
back in the ‘70s, before during and after the ©infamous bi®thday pa®ty scene in
which she flings / herself, as we do self-noosed, and in full view of all of
the assembled wo®thies gathered at the U.S. Ambassador Thorne’s mansion, out
the second floor window and in possibly the first / and last videed ve®sion of
e®otic self-asphyxiation in herstory (witch please, -id.), just like Alphonse
©ast®o and Michael Hutchens of INXS ©infamy, and almost certainly (y)our
(de)mon Jeff®ey Epstein did as well off-screen, the maid getting (y)our man the
titular character (y)our man(©hild) the Omen Damien’s attention as well as
everyone else’s as we do by doing so at (t)his g®otesque 1 %-er birthday party
in the movie be©asue little Lord Fontle®oy taking / the piss, ‘all of this will
be / you®s’, auto-e®oti© asphyxiation is
all / we gots.
Course this is
only the beginning of the ho®®o®s / to come in The Omen / ‘70s ve®sion –
who can ever / fo®get the scene(s) in which Ambassador Tho®ne’s Auntie ©limax
(witch please, -id.), who knows from evil that four-lettered word when she sees
it, gets her eyes plucked out by (y)our man(©hild) the Omen Damien’s wing’ed
assassins the local c®ows on the Ambassador Tho®ne’s estate, before during and
after getting run / over as we do by what was surely the only18-wheeler Big ®ig
in B®exit back in the 20th, kilt that four-lettered wo®d à la childe
©age in the film version of your Pet Semeta®y, innit Mr. King ; or the
poor local parish priest, who buys it in the film before during and after
getting impaled by a lethally-loose iron rod jarred free from the roof of the
local recto®y be©ause gale-fo®©e winds around town that blow / up before during
and after (y)our man(©hild) the eponymous character Damien Thorne is after
having a bad / day, and these bad days needless to say increase / in velo©ity
and violen©e both as we do and as the movie and his existence / both get more
and more mu®de®ous be©ause evil that four-lettered word; or the photographer
character, who notices the same iron rod appendage protruding from all of the
Fa©es of Death-like photographs that he’s been after taking mo(u)rning noon and
night of the increasing number of
impaled ©o®pses resulting from the in©®easing body-©ounts from all of (y)our
man(©hild) the Omen’s murdererousneseseses on and off the Ambassador Tho®ne
Estate both, like from that drive-through B®exit petting zoo scene, where
(y)our man Damien scares / the di©kens
out of the imported animals be©ause the poisoned / f®uit of ©o©a-©olonialiasm
(hooky please, -id.), the go®illas and Damien’s adopted (s)mother the
Ambassador Tho®ne’s ®ed-hot for the ‘70s t®ophy wife and as played by Lee
®emi©k both ; and of course the same photographer who cinfamously is
decapitated-by-window pane in one of the many eleven o’©lo©k numbers in the
film before during and after trying / and failing, along with Ambassadot Tho®ne
himself, Damien’s adopted Daddy, to excavate
the 4 (four) ancient knives required to eliminate the scourge and evil the
four-lettered word that is / (y)our titular character The Omen as we do be©asue
666, impaled mo(u)rning noon and night is all / we gots.
Mind, what
scared / the Di©kens out of (y)our man ©in and the rest of Gene®ation X back
when we were young ‘uns back in the 20th – wasn’t he after begging
for, and then getting permission to, sleep on (y)our (wo)men the(ir) Ma and Pa
Noslou©’s bedroom floor back in the ‘80s before during and after videeing
Kubrick’s take on your The Shining (on network TV!, with comme®©ial
b®eaks !) for the first of many many times, innit Mr. King – has been (®)amped on
up on up on up on up in here in (t)his 21st ©intu®y (wit©h please, -id.),
when Fa©es of Death is the nightly / news, and as the the Is®aelis and ®usskies
continue their endless
kill-a-thons morning noon
and night , ‘they had it / coming’, (y)our man the(ir) Noslou©’s ®ussian-born
neighbor in Luksvegas said it better before during and after (y)our man ©in
tried / and failed to express his ©ondolences to (y)our man the ®usskie and his
®ed-hot babushka wife (that’s enough, -id.) on the road and following the
recent ISIS-K massacre at that concert venue in Moscow even in the middle of
the endless invasion of Uk®aine, ‘next will be / the ‘ nukes’, making the universal
‘ incoming’ gesture of the same as we do
and whistling, and likely G. is not / w®ong, the incoming nukes is all / we
gots.
Thank you for
reading (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moi®es and the Fi®st /
Omen.
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