post angels in america
ok so i watched the first half to the new hbo movie and it was good...but one part is making my brain run around like a crazy lady in a padded room... this girl has this conversation in one of her delusional valium induced dreams with someone else who is dying of aids -long story to explain at the moment-to continue she talks about dreams...and i guess i never realized how completely limited our imaginations really are...like u never have a dream about someone u don't know...and even if u have a dream where u don't know who the person is exactly its because there face is like fuzzed out and u actually do know who it is u just can't figure it out and ur imagination won't or can't make up another person with its own features they all resemble and also ok...speaking on behalf of the girl who swallows mini fistfuls of valium she uses her valium to escape the reality that her husband is far from the mormon republican man she thought she married and is instead very.very.very. gay. so she"escapes" into her dreams and it really isn't an escape at all but actually a rearrangement of things that she already knows with people she already knows it-her imagination- takes all the same things and rearranges them into the atmosphere or situation that she wants or secretly wants i don't know this is all befuddled and not making much sense except in my head...i dunno i'm sleepy time to go back to bed back to my babys arms nuh nights