All Bow Down to the Tubby Mouse
So the Boston curse begins to lift!
Amazement!
Mommy no longer wants to live there, so Laine might go to Boston aloneishness or something. Which lifts practically fifty percent of the Boston curse. Also Kendra has taken somthing like a blood oath that she will never ever live in Boston just to be spiteful against fate and maybe for some good reasons too. Maybe.
Still my family pulls itself from the west coast which in ways makes me sad. I agree entirely with my New York friends that there is absolutely no reason any one would go to live in Washington... other than its prettyness. But having grown up there and become accostomed to breathing air I can't help but be a little sad.
And then there is the friend factor.
After having to go through that whole stranger making friends routine "all over again" this year, because of college and NFAA. I've realized that the majority of my friendships, close friendships, have been founded on our common surreal view on life. Granted we share the similiarities of being mainly artists, wear mainly black and skirts for random reasons (???), and are most likely nearer to insantiy than most. But the similarities that actually stimualate the close friendships come from not being able to see the world the way others do. The friends I made in highschool all, for the most part, liked art which was surreal, nior, or flat out weird. However, they liked those films, paintings photos, we liked those things because it reminded us of ourselves.
Leap of faith maybe in my assumption.
I know I do that and I think I know that others of my friends do that. But of course, being all liars, it is always hard to tell the difference between what we say and what we think.
I've been thinking about commonalities a lot today because, randomly, I've been thinking about Naked Lunch and Kendra's other favorite film she showed me like last year... or maybe before called Repo Man.
I've taken way too many things forgranted. Things that I thought were just common norms but appearently were part of some obscure comminality I shared with my friends in Highschool.
I keep on trying to talk about eye games, and hallucinations, and observations with my friends at SVA and they have no idea what I am talking about. I expect that everyone has noticed that if you focus your eyes directly into a bright light you can see the little creatures that live on your eye's surface.
I think everyone should have probably seen a ghost by now, or the weird light shifts in the sky, or dreamed about being multiple persons. But appearently these aren't part of the universal human experience.
Maybe being an artist is a bad choice.
I have no idea what the norm is I don't know what other people want, I don't even know what other people are.
Ignoring that completely I have a great idea for a film. To remind myself about it later here is something:
The Maiden, the Mother and the Crone are the same.
Like the witch in the chicken legged house.
Sometimes we cannot distinguish what we are.
Where did all the witches come from?
All the witches are old.
All the princesses young.
Amazement!
Mommy no longer wants to live there, so Laine might go to Boston aloneishness or something. Which lifts practically fifty percent of the Boston curse. Also Kendra has taken somthing like a blood oath that she will never ever live in Boston just to be spiteful against fate and maybe for some good reasons too. Maybe.
Still my family pulls itself from the west coast which in ways makes me sad. I agree entirely with my New York friends that there is absolutely no reason any one would go to live in Washington... other than its prettyness. But having grown up there and become accostomed to breathing air I can't help but be a little sad.
And then there is the friend factor.
After having to go through that whole stranger making friends routine "all over again" this year, because of college and NFAA. I've realized that the majority of my friendships, close friendships, have been founded on our common surreal view on life. Granted we share the similiarities of being mainly artists, wear mainly black and skirts for random reasons (???), and are most likely nearer to insantiy than most. But the similarities that actually stimualate the close friendships come from not being able to see the world the way others do. The friends I made in highschool all, for the most part, liked art which was surreal, nior, or flat out weird. However, they liked those films, paintings photos, we liked those things because it reminded us of ourselves.
Leap of faith maybe in my assumption.
I know I do that and I think I know that others of my friends do that. But of course, being all liars, it is always hard to tell the difference between what we say and what we think.
I've been thinking about commonalities a lot today because, randomly, I've been thinking about Naked Lunch and Kendra's other favorite film she showed me like last year... or maybe before called Repo Man.
I've taken way too many things forgranted. Things that I thought were just common norms but appearently were part of some obscure comminality I shared with my friends in Highschool.
I keep on trying to talk about eye games, and hallucinations, and observations with my friends at SVA and they have no idea what I am talking about. I expect that everyone has noticed that if you focus your eyes directly into a bright light you can see the little creatures that live on your eye's surface.
I think everyone should have probably seen a ghost by now, or the weird light shifts in the sky, or dreamed about being multiple persons. But appearently these aren't part of the universal human experience.
Maybe being an artist is a bad choice.
I have no idea what the norm is I don't know what other people want, I don't even know what other people are.
Ignoring that completely I have a great idea for a film. To remind myself about it later here is something:
The Maiden, the Mother and the Crone are the same.
Like the witch in the chicken legged house.
Sometimes we cannot distinguish what we are.
Where did all the witches come from?
All the witches are old.
All the princesses young.