"Welcome to Planet Jackass"
Random title hit me in the face again. Why? No idea, matey.
Once more I find that I haven't really eaten anything in the past few days. I've been living off Red Bull, Mountain Dew, and Coke. Which means I've got a lot of energy but no substance whatsoever.
In between a few hundred thousand games of solitaire on my computer I started writing my play. It has a lovely title and a few strong scenes but no transitions. Anyway it's called THE SUICIDE GARDEN. Haha. Eat your heart out Billy Shakes.
Stayed up till 2:30 AM last night. Most of the time I was hallucinating, and they weren't the usual scary hallucinations like the butler or the lady with butterfly wings painted on her face, but they were nice and they made me cry. They're not dreams, because I am awake when they happen, but they're like dreams that happen inside of my head. The first one is an albino girl growing flowers in an underground room because she can't go out into the sun. Then there is one with a bunch of hippies and lizards dancing together on a mesa in the middle of the desert. Don't ask me about this one. Finally there's the one that really gets me crying and it's more of a memory than a hallucination, and it doesn't move. It is a still from Benny & Joon, where Sam is just sitting on Ruthie's couch on the porch and he's sad because Joon's been put away, and Ruthie is standing with him and they're sad together. That's when I finally start crying and it feels a lot better.
"Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light
I can feel you read my mind
I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays
like music every line"
Well that's the way it goes. I love crying, and I could start right now just for the hell of it. It's that feeling of isolation and fitting in all at once, and it's lovely.
Once more I find that I haven't really eaten anything in the past few days. I've been living off Red Bull, Mountain Dew, and Coke. Which means I've got a lot of energy but no substance whatsoever.
In between a few hundred thousand games of solitaire on my computer I started writing my play. It has a lovely title and a few strong scenes but no transitions. Anyway it's called THE SUICIDE GARDEN. Haha. Eat your heart out Billy Shakes.
Stayed up till 2:30 AM last night. Most of the time I was hallucinating, and they weren't the usual scary hallucinations like the butler or the lady with butterfly wings painted on her face, but they were nice and they made me cry. They're not dreams, because I am awake when they happen, but they're like dreams that happen inside of my head. The first one is an albino girl growing flowers in an underground room because she can't go out into the sun. Then there is one with a bunch of hippies and lizards dancing together on a mesa in the middle of the desert. Don't ask me about this one. Finally there's the one that really gets me crying and it's more of a memory than a hallucination, and it doesn't move. It is a still from Benny & Joon, where Sam is just sitting on Ruthie's couch on the porch and he's sad because Joon's been put away, and Ruthie is standing with him and they're sad together. That's when I finally start crying and it feels a lot better.
"Cigars in the summertime under the sky by the light
I can feel you read my mind
I can see it in your eyes under the moon as it plays
like music every line"
Well that's the way it goes. I love crying, and I could start right now just for the hell of it. It's that feeling of isolation and fitting in all at once, and it's lovely.