as a perfect reference for those of you who like order and continuity as well as a general sense of A to B linear quality to your cartographic Pop Culture recaps, to provide that perfect mood only available through each one of us and our own personal relationship to where we were when, even if only a child, something of childhood will remind us in a flash of that wonderment we could not place then, but now may have better facility to do so, that first day of Spring, or the decadent shared hooky of a fake sick day to stay home from school where the games and stories and even the sick menu was so indulgent built on a fantastic cognition the brain whips up each time we ditch, or play hooky from any responsibility no matter the consequence which it has no problem inventing multifarious scenarios, all with the faint possibility of working but only if each and every part of the model kit is applied correctly, leaving not one plastic piece remaining, and we welcome the invention of what we claim ours, but whose advice sometimes we follow to the greatly dubious inevitability of catastrophe we saw and didn't whose blame we'd like to cast but which then cast would find us recipient -- I think that is anxiety's incubation.

• that only the catarrh removed from the eye can show in the early morning light of the Breakfast Club with only the Goth Chick and Martin Sheen's half-Hispanic son, something in the library, Molly's Mary Tyler Moore, saccharine sweet sugar also utilized by psychopathic Apocalypse Religious Cult Leaders whose warm and cuddly side i betrays as to their reasoning for anything which might insinuate that they had deep down some organism of anything approaching empathy or consideration or capitulation of trashing your dourest halftime pep talk for the one where they really do buy what your selling and not because your selling it to obliterate 700 witnesses brainwashed and programmed whose realization when it happened, deeply ensconced in the real world of a real sellers market for Apocalyptic charlatans and death dealing wolves in Ray Bans and tweaking off Amphetamine whose argot made you say yes, when it was no, that would have caused more reality of medical bills and rent payments missed but which would have been so much more inviting than the decision of whether to leave your brainwashed child with her cultic nanny and die with them or to hide in the woods for two weeks the jungle preferable to the jungle encampment in its endemic ability for camouflage from predator serpents with heat seeking FLIR for warm blooded things which with the lightning stricken bite to stun but vicing to kill before those reticulated jaws popped open like a 310 Gullwing Mercedes denote arbitrages screamed .

 

Bob Mackie, pre-Ronco Bedazzler, whose Rhinestone hoarding would make Nudie and Manuel blush in migrant blandishment of their wasteful contribution to tasteless Nashville goyimfarmboys, who initially laughed before suddenly parading around Tootsies like the brightest thing in the Gay Pride Parade, then fully giving themselves over, and at least some of them secretly, some of whom we know, having tasted the Forbidden Fruit of Ed Wood and his Angora sweater-- and like that sad and tawdry tail of Glen or Glenda, become dependent on its life-giving powder-soft Peruvian persuasiveness to transform from the outside in himself / herself into the perfect transvestite with all of the attendant difficulties, frustrations, and joyful inner frissioning which a hard rough Country & Western Opry Veteran, among the backstage fineries, feathers and folded bolts of flammable costumes and frilly fundamental foundations that the inside of Mother Church held for a man who was strong enough to change, even finally becoming excepted for his eccentricities by the foremost citizenry of the World, those Name Female Queens of Country and First Ladies whose erudite and accepting ways so much more expanded than the local girls who would have run in horror of  phenomena which they could not understand

 

where B who she had known as famous A whom the rest of them knew as regular A,

 

but not in any way imaginable, asB,

had to adjust her entire world view when it turned out that,

not only was B still famous A,

and still regular A,

but B, whom she'd just been introduced, was sometimes

Bisha

(do you see what they did?  it stands for "B"ish, as in somewhat like "B" and then adding the Object Qualifier as Personal Pronoun, Refers to "a" AS THE OBJECT IN WHICH "b" IS mODIFIED, TEMPORARILY OR CONDITIONALLY, MORE ON FUTURE AND HYPOTHETICAL AGREEMENT LATER.

andAishB,

unexpectedly, she discovered that

Aish Bor  Bish A, regular Awithfamous A, and in time, even Bish A, were all-man on the inside

and

what that man did not know from underthings

for his "wife" who had a goiter problem in High School which gave her a growth spurt causing her to shoot up like Jack and the Beanstalk, 6 inches taller in the span of a year.

 

leaving her a very gawky and awkward teenage Freshman of "her" class as the tallest girl in Homec and the All-State Girl's Basketball Champion Center at the impressive height of 6 feet four inches in Chuck Converse High tops.

 

That shitshow playing in 1950s theaters (few and far between but it was a destination picture), or Glen or Glenda, one of the raunchier bits of fare in the inscrutable cinematic pig trough which could be a fair description with which the archives of the then bald appreciation of those who actually liked his auteurship, his miraculous inventive resourceful way with a $3,000 all-in budget, where he as Screenwriter, Director, Casting Agent, Editor, Sound Man, Foley Guy, Money Man in charge of corralling the big Fish investors whose contribution to his currin project viability, release date and subsequent Distribution, Promotion, and consideration for Back End profitabity through Commercial Tie-ins, Drive-In Rentals, and finally Dirty Bookstores and Stag Parlors, and even lower yet, Private Rentals through his developed Rolodex collection of Smut Mags, Kink Books, Nudie Mags and finally, having exploited all of this in order to come out above the total expenditure of a low budget that he was used to, he had ben introduced to some of the most connected men in the Men's Private, Secret, Sects and Clubs, Kiwanian Presidents and Employee Entertainment People in the ribald and forever curious people whose job it was to make a little scratch out of a little scratch, and on and on, and onward and upward:  he was starting to see in the vicinity of about $500 bucks on a film, whre at the end of the day, someone other than himself had invested X amount on a points system criminally marginal, or much more preferably, as incentive to the director in his consideration of said Mr. X's Secretary, Friend or sometimes introduced as Mistress or Paramour, whose bursting desire when not being instrument of extra-marital concupiscence and supplemental relationship therapy had one true overwhelming passion:  making it big in pictures;  of which Ed Wood beaming from within, would be the perfect person to facilitate that dream, which with any luck, would also not entail becoming his nightmare, and as bonus, relieving him of one less casting call and cultivation of a real Hollywood Starlet trying to mak it in Show Biz but whose idea of a bit part was much steeper than the arc of her career had become five years after arriving at the Hollywood Greyhound Station to get it.   No one except other confirmed bachelors, who'd been given choice of either  not dragging up, as opposed to any other choice, took dragging and its  objectum amorousness which they felt for their ermine and pearls.