child by tiger
Yeas another day underground. The staleness air in my basement apartment could gag King Tut. I am going to sell off my knife collection for a few extra pennies. i do not even like most of them anyway, they came to me as gifts from people who thought they knew me and thought that any edged implement would give me an instant hard on. "Here Fred you will like this one is has rainbow tassels and a pommel shaped like a devil sucking off a dragon"!!! I was always into the most functional and simple knives anyway.
I have a hotty toddy in the microwave calling my name but i think i will pour it down the sink as I am not supposed to be imbibing. Though work suck tonight I can't be a crutchy fuck like I have been. Have to settle for ginger ale.
I watched the Devil's Backbone for the first time last night. It is supposed to be a ghost story but the sub-plot could have thrived well on it's own without the ghost. I would recommend it to friends. Very sad and not a date movie. A lot of build up and development for very little. I think that is common with foreign films as they are a closer reflection of life. Things are not always tied up into neat little boxes and the hero almost never wins and we don't know if morning will come. This ideology is out of place in American cinema.
I started the merchant of venice and think i like it
My sleep is haunted by the strangest dream. I am surrounded by friends and loved ones and we are celebrating nothing more than our own exsitence. Those I hate passionatly are absent and those that I have tried to love are now loved more than ever. We dance and talk swimming and floating on water and fire swirls around us at our command. Beasts and birds soar and walk freely among as we toast and sup and breath in the love of the world and those around us. I hope these dreams make sense in the future. They are both hugly happy and utterly depressing at the same time. Like hysterically crying for two different. Weeping for happiness at a funeral.
Fred
I have a hotty toddy in the microwave calling my name but i think i will pour it down the sink as I am not supposed to be imbibing. Though work suck tonight I can't be a crutchy fuck like I have been. Have to settle for ginger ale.
I watched the Devil's Backbone for the first time last night. It is supposed to be a ghost story but the sub-plot could have thrived well on it's own without the ghost. I would recommend it to friends. Very sad and not a date movie. A lot of build up and development for very little. I think that is common with foreign films as they are a closer reflection of life. Things are not always tied up into neat little boxes and the hero almost never wins and we don't know if morning will come. This ideology is out of place in American cinema.
I started the merchant of venice and think i like it
My sleep is haunted by the strangest dream. I am surrounded by friends and loved ones and we are celebrating nothing more than our own exsitence. Those I hate passionatly are absent and those that I have tried to love are now loved more than ever. We dance and talk swimming and floating on water and fire swirls around us at our command. Beasts and birds soar and walk freely among as we toast and sup and breath in the love of the world and those around us. I hope these dreams make sense in the future. They are both hugly happy and utterly depressing at the same time. Like hysterically crying for two different. Weeping for happiness at a funeral.
Fred