|
|
2002-09-14 - 7:52 p.m. yesterday i watched the amazing french movie "ma vie en rose" twice. once i was by myself, and i put my head in my hands and wept for the first time in months; the second time i was with nora and i was watching the way her bones stick out of her skin, in between reading subtitles. you simply must see it, especially if you were weird as a kid. i've already seen that movie, but i was drunk when i saw it, so it was a surprise. that's the magic of drinking; you can have first experiences over and over again; the last time doesn't count if you can't remember. in case anyone out there is unaware, i'm moving to brooklyn very very soon. i'm trying to do a zine, but for some reason i just can't get started until i find these photobooth pictures that i need. i have so many words running through my veins though. i remember before i went to high school & became truly dead-eyed, i would lie awake at night and the only way i could tell my hands apart was the fact that my left hand was overflowing with creativity; a spark i could literally feel. and then i went to high school and despite the fact that i rarely did work i could tell my hands apart by the fact that my left hand felt so heavy & dead & exhausted, so exhausted that i would do my homework right-handed and it looked like a 4-year-old had done it. fuck. i would do anything to get that kind of unbridled creativity again. if i had a greyhound daddy, i would definately go to yellow springs,ohio; berkeley, ca; chicago and tucson and vancouver and toronto. maybe i can put THE MAN's drugs in my body for money again. we'll see, chickadees.
|
