She's so intact
When the music fades away and seams begin to show I am magnificently disenchanted with the prospect of seeing your face in another dream tonight. I want a new face, I would be so madly, so desperately, so effortlessly in love with a new face to gaze upon in solemn slumber. I mean listen, 75% of the dreams are just Bruce gigs so your chances are one in four as it is, but that's what makes the difference. Maybe it'll start melting and it'll be a 50/50 split and before you know it you will conquer my waking life and my other life. Who can say tonight, who can say.
When I run I see a face. It doesn't have a name, not always, but it has eyes and cheekbones and a conviction evident in the correlation to pursed lips and the height of the eyebrows on the beat of any given syllable. And the running, it comes to, from, for the face. I can't wait to know its name.
Wall-E was by far, by FAR the best movie I've seen all year. The middle act was semi-laggy but for the rest of the thing, I was with it to an unbelievable level. Having a memory as bad as mine is a double-edged little whatever, because I keep forgetting how GREAT things are until experiencing them again. I forgot the insanity of my love for the words and music of Aaron Sorkin and his cast of merry men, until I dove headfirst into it again and found the fire where it started. But maybe if I were to retain just one good thing from every great thing I experienced, I would be marginally better at being alive. I'll try.
When I run I see a face. It doesn't have a name, not always, but it has eyes and cheekbones and a conviction evident in the correlation to pursed lips and the height of the eyebrows on the beat of any given syllable. And the running, it comes to, from, for the face. I can't wait to know its name.
Wall-E was by far, by FAR the best movie I've seen all year. The middle act was semi-laggy but for the rest of the thing, I was with it to an unbelievable level. Having a memory as bad as mine is a double-edged little whatever, because I keep forgetting how GREAT things are until experiencing them again. I forgot the insanity of my love for the words and music of Aaron Sorkin and his cast of merry men, until I dove headfirst into it again and found the fire where it started. But maybe if I were to retain just one good thing from every great thing I experienced, I would be marginally better at being alive. I'll try.