denial
i've been slowly slipping into myself with the aid of literary and cinemtic crazies that just happen to be entrancing at the same time. I just finished "bee season" which was the first book that i lost myself in in a long time. My heart beat faster and my brain ebbed away slowly as i finished the book. all i could think of as i came down from my high was "wow." Ive watched "The dreamers" twice with ecstatic nonchalance and contemplation. and no its not for the pornographic effect it really has been for the expression and beauty of the whole damned thing. i wrote a college essay im actually partly intuned with and im walking cautiously having stepped back onto the diving board from a mid-air suspension of lunacy. praise be to the crazies.