Day 2362 - Dawn's Dockers
FTM has had a visit from the keeper of the light, Dawn Mist, but more about that later.
It transpires that there were a couple of on-stage 'signs' made by Morrissey on Wednesday in St Louis, and also an instruction for Our Heather, who was in the audience.
Towards the beginning of the concert, Morrissey said, "The rule for tonight is, 'make it happen'" - as mentioned in the review by Daniel Durchholz for St Louis Today. Morrissey's words were obviously an instruction to Heather to get her blue rose to him, which unfortunately, she wasn't able to do.
As for the signs, they came in the form of hand gestures made at the end of Trumpshifters. Firstly, Morrissey slid his right hand inside his jacket, and then ended the song holding aloft two 'V' signs. Both of these hand gestures are signs of the illuminati, as discussed numerous times both within this blog and the original MorrisseysWorld blog. That list of ours just keeps on growing.
PHOTO COURTESY OF HEATHER - WHO IS AS GOOD AT PHOTOGRAPHY AS SHE IS DELIVERING FLOWERS
Video footage has emerged on Youtube of the moment a dog was passed forward to Morrissey at the concert in Denver on Monday. A quite bizarre happening.
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Later today we will find out where Low In High School has entered the UK Album Chart. I am going to predict Number 7.
When the album sleeve was first revealed (Day 2288 of FTM - Axe factor) there was mention of censorship, and although Morrissey told me back in September that, "we have edited enough", it transpires that a number of shops aren't selling the album with the axe cover, but are selling it with a slip case featuring Max Lopez in his shopping trolley.
PHOTO COURTESY OF @ONEOCLOCKGUN
That comment of Morrissey's about having edited enough was reported on Day 2300 of FTM, and as I re-read Day 2300 earlier today, I was reminded of this exchange:
ME: What sort of title is When You Open Your Legs? Smut!
MOZ: My songs have always been smut. Smut hidden behind layers of pretence and intelligence.... Pin and mount me like a butterfly... I don't want a love I just want to be seen tied... You see the pattern?
Now that we have gotten to hear When You Open Your Legs, the pattern is indeed revealed.
And as butterflies have been mentioned, let me move onto the visit to FTM by Dawn Mist. At 13:46 UK time today (07:46 Chicago time), Dawn posted this in the comments section of yesterday's FTM:
From beneath the wings of a butterfly comes the delicate but sonically deafening rings of lullaby. Serenade the child in eclipses of emotion and ellipsis of solidity. My impression is invalid. My depression is static. From near the edge of the abyss comes the chasm of mundane existence. My time here is brief, briefer than yours. Do not mourn your own catastrophes when you cannot even comprehend mine. Dockers from the north and Dockers from the south visit my shores, speak my mind and offer little more. Elsewhere I am everywhere but right now I am nowhere.
Spitting into the sands of time. The answer is yes. Republish in disgust.
Yours,
The trio in trifles,
The trifled threesome,
The tired trinity,
The de-robed mob of three
The triumvirate of chaos,
Ridiculously resplendent,
DM,
OM,
R.
LONDON DOCKER
Dawn's words are flowery, full of riddle, and a little melancholic, but the most important thing as far as I am concerned, is that within the words is a reply to my request of the other day for Morrissey to respond to an email I had sent him. The one word answer I was seeking was 'yes', but why use one word when you can use lots of flowery, riddlely, melancholic ones which incorporate Dockers! I thank him for his reply, although I am unable to write here exactly what he is granting permission for.
*Goes off singing* It's 4am, a-a-and once again, I am asked to leave this club in Tel-Aviv. Everything I know-oh-oh-oh-oh dee-serts me now, when you o-pen your legs
It transpires that there were a couple of on-stage 'signs' made by Morrissey on Wednesday in St Louis, and also an instruction for Our Heather, who was in the audience.
Towards the beginning of the concert, Morrissey said, "The rule for tonight is, 'make it happen'" - as mentioned in the review by Daniel Durchholz for St Louis Today. Morrissey's words were obviously an instruction to Heather to get her blue rose to him, which unfortunately, she wasn't able to do.
As for the signs, they came in the form of hand gestures made at the end of Trumpshifters. Firstly, Morrissey slid his right hand inside his jacket, and then ended the song holding aloft two 'V' signs. Both of these hand gestures are signs of the illuminati, as discussed numerous times both within this blog and the original MorrisseysWorld blog. That list of ours just keeps on growing.
PHOTO COURTESY OF HEATHER - WHO IS AS GOOD AT PHOTOGRAPHY AS SHE IS DELIVERING FLOWERS
Video footage has emerged on Youtube of the moment a dog was passed forward to Morrissey at the concert in Denver on Monday. A quite bizarre happening.
Later today we will find out where Low In High School has entered the UK Album Chart. I am going to predict Number 7.
When the album sleeve was first revealed (Day 2288 of FTM - Axe factor) there was mention of censorship, and although Morrissey told me back in September that, "we have edited enough", it transpires that a number of shops aren't selling the album with the axe cover, but are selling it with a slip case featuring Max Lopez in his shopping trolley.
PHOTO COURTESY OF @ONEOCLOCKGUN
That comment of Morrissey's about having edited enough was reported on Day 2300 of FTM, and as I re-read Day 2300 earlier today, I was reminded of this exchange:
ME: What sort of title is When You Open Your Legs? Smut!
MOZ: My songs have always been smut. Smut hidden behind layers of pretence and intelligence.... Pin and mount me like a butterfly... I don't want a love I just want to be seen tied... You see the pattern?
Now that we have gotten to hear When You Open Your Legs, the pattern is indeed revealed.
And as butterflies have been mentioned, let me move onto the visit to FTM by Dawn Mist. At 13:46 UK time today (07:46 Chicago time), Dawn posted this in the comments section of yesterday's FTM:
From beneath the wings of a butterfly comes the delicate but sonically deafening rings of lullaby. Serenade the child in eclipses of emotion and ellipsis of solidity. My impression is invalid. My depression is static. From near the edge of the abyss comes the chasm of mundane existence. My time here is brief, briefer than yours. Do not mourn your own catastrophes when you cannot even comprehend mine. Dockers from the north and Dockers from the south visit my shores, speak my mind and offer little more. Elsewhere I am everywhere but right now I am nowhere.
Spitting into the sands of time. The answer is yes. Republish in disgust.
Yours,
The trio in trifles,
The trifled threesome,
The tired trinity,
The de-robed mob of three
The triumvirate of chaos,
Ridiculously resplendent,
DM,
OM,
R.
LONDON DOCKER
Dawn's words are flowery, full of riddle, and a little melancholic, but the most important thing as far as I am concerned, is that within the words is a reply to my request of the other day for Morrissey to respond to an email I had sent him. The one word answer I was seeking was 'yes', but why use one word when you can use lots of flowery, riddlely, melancholic ones which incorporate Dockers! I thank him for his reply, although I am unable to write here exactly what he is granting permission for.
*Goes off singing* It's 4am, a-a-and once again, I am asked to leave this club in Tel-Aviv. Everything I know-oh-oh-oh-oh dee-serts me now, when you o-pen your legs
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