Mr. Ian M. Belcurry

My name is Brian McElmurry. I like literature and skateboarding. My novella Rocket Man was recently published as an Ebook by Thought Catalog
I watched The Wiz earlier today and its trippy. I watched it as a kid, huge Michael Jackson fan, and forgot how trippy it is, also was a kid  (born ‘78, same year as the movie was released) so didn’t know what trippy is. It’s almost like Captain EO (Disney 3-D Movie, shown at Disney Land in late 80’s and early 90’s, and again after MJ’s death) is similar in staging and dance numbers, theme of vanquishing evil, how at the end, the wicked witch was in a large factory and Diana Ross (Dorothy character) pulls the fire alarm and kills the wicked witch with the fire sprinklers. And then the workers dance and emerge from shells and are healthy and the lights get bright and they sing a victorious song, which is just like Caption EO. Richard Pryor is The Wiz (As in the Wizard of Oz). Classic of course. The flying monkeys are motorcycle-soilders and it takes place in Manhattan, NYC, or that’s the Emerald City kind of (missed beginning) but fantasy, with fantastic dance and light sequences. Very that New York City dance production that seemed to disappear from the media in the 90’s, where, like the “Fame” TV show, or was it a movie, people at the dance high-bar waiting for Bob Fosse to critique them. It was trippy though too in like a sci-fi fantasy way, the lighting and film used.

I watched The Wiz earlier today and its trippy. I watched it as a kid, huge Michael Jackson fan, and forgot how trippy it is, also was a kid (born ‘78, same year as the movie was released) so didn’t know what trippy is. It’s almost like Captain EO (Disney 3-D Movie, shown at Disney Land in late 80’s and early 90’s, and again after MJ’s death) is similar in staging and dance numbers, theme of vanquishing evil, how at the end, the wicked witch was in a large factory and Diana Ross (Dorothy character) pulls the fire alarm and kills the wicked witch with the fire sprinklers. And then the workers dance and emerge from shells and are healthy and the lights get bright and they sing a victorious song, which is just like Caption EO. Richard Pryor is The Wiz (As in the Wizard of Oz). Classic of course. The flying monkeys are motorcycle-soilders and it takes place in Manhattan, NYC, or that’s the Emerald City kind of (missed beginning) but fantasy, with fantastic dance and light sequences. Very that New York City dance production that seemed to disappear from the media in the 90’s, where, like the “Fame” TV show, or was it a movie, people at the dance high-bar waiting for Bob Fosse to critique them. It was trippy though too in like a sci-fi fantasy way, the lighting and film used.

Tangy, dank, sweet

I was thinking that marijuana and vagina have a similar taste/smell

I texted my friend regarding and he replied idk

Post sex, as it occurred initially, I had the familiar taste/smell, and having been smoking quality kush all evening prior to sex, considered the residual taste likeliness and thought words like ‘tangy’, ‘dank’, and ‘sweet’

dlxsf:

nikesb just released Ishod Wair’s insane last part from the Chronicles Vol. 2 video online.

Looking at the Internet
Once your youthful ideals have died

I’m like fuck yeah that would be nice, and yeah no one wants to be a boring middle aged person working 40 hours, and I know you’re not going to be one, but then you are and you look at youthful ideals and wish you were young and my knee hurts when it’s cold and I’ve pulled some shit in knee so makes skateboarding hard and yeah sucks for Palestine and yeah I want equality, but I’m just surviving not much I can do but like keep an open mind and critique myself and be like Michael Jackson and I’m all about the man in the mirror and making me better and make the change, heee! (Michael Jackson heee!)

The internet isn’t anything to get pissed about

It’s just like a giant circle reflecting on itself

You want to know my thoughts on Justin Bieber… No you don’t

But I mean he’s 19 and a millionaire

He had security close down the street and a little weed Xanax and beer ain’t too crazy

Stay away from the yayo or the opiates though

You see I suck… Clitoris, lol

I’m waiting for my therapist. I often, while waiting, hope he forgot and I can just go home. This will cost me 78 dollars with my insurance until I spend 1000 dollars. I spent a 1000 dollars and a little over, mostly on therapy last year. Once I reach my deductible its 15 dollars a session. That him now, coming down the elevator.

George Harrison Commutes on the Bus and Walks in Morning Air

Every sky is a different sky
Every morning is a different morning

The essence of life in the morning light, new and fresh, even when cold and snow

The sky will exist without you, when you die, but to view the sky at dusk down an alley, red, on the bus, a silhouetted crane and elevator shaft of a new building west of downtown, you view the sky, experience the sky, existing within and without you

A peace comes and leaves as does all feelings

What is the self, but an illusion to laugh at in retrospect and destroy the joy of life in the present

I say this is me, and this is me and this is me now and this is me then

Death will come but sometimes I wish it would come sooner

The morning air is a salve, like spring, save us from the beauty of frost, death, the end of this self and a bridge to the next

I had read that later in the volumes of Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time”, he calls the narrator Marcel, twice, by “mistake” it seemed to had been characterized, if memory serves me. I have finally come across it in The Captive, and it should be noted that he writes, “if we give the narrator the same name of the author of the book…” as a way of giving the example of Albertine waking and addressing the narrator. While the narrator and him are similar, the book is not a fictionalization of his life, but a melding of memories of a character like Proust, in experience, but changed and used to further a vision rather than an autobiographical novel.

This might help a lone google searching Proust reader, as there isn’t a lot of Proust answers online. Like how old is the narrator?

Franklyn from 8 weeks to 9 months