Ancient Archival Text's from Bryan Ray

 This is a complete log that was suppose to be filed a long time ago and published for human consumption. I am sure you have heard of cannibalism?  Kinda like fresh meat filets. Sweet Breads, the Mandellions. The REAL flesh, not for the squeamish.  But I have too much DIOGENE in me so I just sat around and accumulated the files in lazy until I thought the release date was suitable for release amoung the mass public hairs of the groins. Speaking of genitals, my first wet dream was published on November 13th, 2018, or the evening before, it was a complete and vivisection of Dr. Ray's book, The Permanent Modes. Which is the first place I personally choose to start to read and dissect Ray or perhaps have him dissect me?! Regardless, I started my Bryan Ray book reading barometer here forth.  Maybe the mass people have lots of  pubic hair's? Either way, we all were really surprised that a hermit fuck would actually publish some genocide. Enjoy the youthanisa!

Bryan Ray: November 13, 2018 at 6:43am
 This is seriously the best blog post I've encountered yet, in the whole history of blogging: Why can't EVERYONE compose posts this pertinent, prescient, and powerful!? - I thank you for your generous reaction to the book, and I'm overjoyed that you saw its core as LOVE... the idea of a B-movie wrapped around compassion: that makes me very happy... and your enthusiasm is infectious and much appreciated: I say THANK YOU seventy times seven thousand times... I feel like Dracula must have felt in the moments before his own fine cult's first launch. I also feel like Miss America. Now I blink and two tears drop for the closing freeze-frame.


Bryan Ray: December, 30, 2018 at 2:37pm
This is a great & free-wandering essay (my favorite kind), and I really appreciate your advertising expertise (THANK YOU!!!); plus I love pondering that idea about "how long should great art take to create?" because (and I know that I'm basically repeating the point that you made above in your text, but I am obsessed with this mystery, so I can't stop myself from repeating the main idea) certain masterpieces are achieved in a flash, in no time at all; whereas others (like Goethe's "Faust II" or Joyce's "Finnegans Wake") take twenty years or more. It's all about how strong the idea is -- that's what I conclude, at least until the next time I change my mind... Oh and I really love the part about the underwater sea life, and which creature you'd like to be: I think about this quite a lot, myself (no joke). When I was younger, I used to want to be a manatee, but now I think I'm more of a squid. But a squid made out of text, like one that you'd find in a book by Jules Verne.

After 5 really bad consecutive post's by me where I entered a state of total horrible output, so bad that Mr. Ray wouldn't even comment, so you know that you suck at this point, and really in the dumps, and your writing sucks. Because if the Dr. Ray passes on your work, it's not worth a damn.  BUT THEN ONE DAY, I actually wrote something that was half interesting, and the messiah finally answered, cause he picks his genocide well with the following when I provided Sound Proofing Tips and Tricks, and finally lifted myself out of my anti-dada slump.....::::: 

Bryan Ray: June 21, 2019 at 7:02 am (i really admire how Dr. Ray wakes up early like myself)
    I tried to add a comment here last night, when I first read this stellar outburst; but I think my reaction got swallowed by the abyss. I felt wary while typing, because my picture didn't show up as an avatar (that's always a suspicious sign: when one loses one's identity), that's why I checked back. Therefore please accept my second attempt on this morning after: I hope you grant that it's the thot that counts. By the way, I quoted my favorite part of the above essay along with a retweet on Twitter, despite the fact that I'm supposed to be divorced from that network. (She's such a beautiful bird; I already miss her.) And I'm extremely thankful that you showed us the true way to soundproof; I followed those very catchy & rhythmic instructions that you cited at the end; and now I believe that my neighbors cannot hear me, when I press my face to the window and scream insults at them; for they only hate me as much as they did last week!

Then on my last and most stupid and meaningless thing I have regretted I ever wrote, a anonymous  person named  Not There, AKA Margaret Dennison wrote this: Color me awestruck!!!!!!!

After this I decided to try some how to write again, I really thought I would become a Super Star like Christ within a couple blog posts of intense tricks and glamour. But I now realize I have to earn these kinda things. 

P.S. Bryan Ray has more comments, but they got lost in Twitter spaee, cause as Diogenes, I keep no records, and my feet are dirty and I smell like dirty flowers, booze, fish and grapes with a touch of toe jam.

This will be added to whenever I get up over my lazy drunk ass and compile som more for you fuckers, by looking through thousands of posts.