I am feeling closer to you than I ever have before…
In a makeshift boat in the middle of the sea of strangeness, I can see the tops of your eyelids, and you are looking at the melted sky. The music is fading out, and everyone in the theater can hear you whisper softly, “Can I start breathing again?” I tilt your head up, and kiss you.
“We can’t stop now, but just so we both know, I’m putting logic in the back seat.”
Unsolved Mysteries was my childhood. Along with such classic Paramount 20 films such as “Hands of Steel“, and “The Gate“. It was 1985 and nothing made me more confused than hearing my parents freak out about “Dallas“. It was the beginning of a long and personal vendetta against the word “Ranch”.
“Nothing is as personal as getting to know your real estate agent.”
“With all due respect, this is an outrage!” This is a saying that I will never say in my life. Because life is by default, an outrage. I just don’t see the point in getting all bent up about it.
“STOP, LOOK, LISTEN”
This is the start to yet another week that is sure to be as stressful as last week. I wish I had a fucking pause button. I would put everything on pause for about a year, do some much needed reading…ride a horse wearing a mirror mask? wtf
“There is a very dark, very bad place…it is called: Hollywood.”
All Dogs Go To Heaven is such a misleading piece of crap. I won’t watch this film again. Unless I become a father and have to because my kid want to. I’d be a good father. Does that make sense? Are we on the same page?
“I’ve only my hands to guide me in this life…”
I’ve decided to quit thinking about stuff. For a while. I’m just going to let life take me by the hand and lead me to wherever…there’s nothing wrong with existing in complete living.
