Writing the brain #2 - less distractions (possibly)
watched a horror film with Anna last night. Very entertaining which is saying a lot. Possibly one of the oddball horror films that are pretty good, which is rare. the film was Splinter, in case you need one to warch. Makes me thankful for that not existing. The last book I read was a memoir about a crackhead who made it into law school. I'm also pretty thankful that I'm not on crack. Crack is whack as whitney houston would say. not that cocaine is any better. Not that I'd know. I only smoke the reefer from time to time. We should be getting some of that soon. hopefully.I can hear cats playing with paper bags in the next room. It's 7 am, very dark, very stormy. could be the beginning of a horror movie. Or a very nice day. I live the pitterpatter of rain. Reminds me of clocks. Reminds me of grandma mckay's house. filled with dolls and organs. piano organs that is, not human organs. I miss my gram. very nice, crazy lady. strange how after 15 years you can still get pains from missing someone. Like Deb. I wonder how ofter Ange misses her. I wonder how often I miss her. Whenever I go home I always say I'll visit her grave, tell her how ange is doing, but I don't. haven't done that in ages. But I don't believe that. Not really. But there's always the whatif and if I was dead I'd want someone to tell me how things were going. Even if that person doesn't really know. I wouldn't mind the lies I don't think. I'd be dead after all. Any entertainment I'm sure would be nice. There can't be much to do while dead. Unless she's in esctasy praying to god all day. Which is also possible. I don't know, I'm not dead. Maybe one day. I'd come back and tell people to get them not to worry so much. If you knew what was over there, I think you'd live better lives. Isn't that what most people are afraid of? Dying. the big unknown. Didn't someone try to cleanly chop off their head to see how long they'd last without their body. I wonder how that worked out. Kind of like those shrunken heads from south america. Which are now illegal. Apparently trading those with the tourists was so successful, there were manhunts just to make the head. It's strange how things evolve. strange how people are. strange.