The last time I was this excited about a movie, it was The Dark Night
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Last Man Standing
Its 3am on Sunday morning and I am the last man standing (or sitting, if we want to be exact). I am pretty sure every has had too much to drink, myself included. As everyone slips in to slumber (aka passing the fuck out), my meditative state is way too conscious.
Life has now traveled one too many strange roads. The ridiculousness of tonight is irony mixed with insanity mixed with patrone mixed with history that has its own history.
Who do you write for? How do you right for? Does the inspiration of your actions have origin in another? Do they know? Would you ever tell them? I wouldn't (read couldn't).
The inspiration of my actions out lives this town, out lives maturity, out lives all compromises I have made with mediocrity.
If you thought the sublime was unattainable, would you still reach for it? I think so, but I don't think anyone admits it. Cynicism and resignation have become so much easier than sincerity, naiveté and reliving missed connections.
Don't get me wrong this is not a confession of sorrow (which I know it could be constriune as), but an affirmation that their is something else.
To define an identity requires that lack of the observer. It requires a day without distraction.
My favorite professor challenged the class to spend 20 minutes staring in the mirror. I never did it. I think it is time.
Life has now traveled one too many strange roads. The ridiculousness of tonight is irony mixed with insanity mixed with patrone mixed with history that has its own history.
Who do you write for? How do you right for? Does the inspiration of your actions have origin in another? Do they know? Would you ever tell them? I wouldn't (read couldn't).
The inspiration of my actions out lives this town, out lives maturity, out lives all compromises I have made with mediocrity.
If you thought the sublime was unattainable, would you still reach for it? I think so, but I don't think anyone admits it. Cynicism and resignation have become so much easier than sincerity, naiveté and reliving missed connections.
Don't get me wrong this is not a confession of sorrow (which I know it could be constriune as), but an affirmation that their is something else.
To define an identity requires that lack of the observer. It requires a day without distraction.
My favorite professor challenged the class to spend 20 minutes staring in the mirror. I never did it. I think it is time.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
9
Okay, I am interested. Tim Burton, Crispin Glover and Jennifer Connelly. Sucking would be hard to do. (thats what she said). I am just surprised that Johnny Depp isn't in this. Aren't he and Tim attached at the hip?
I am a Dork
My consumer-based-holiday present to myself. It shows up the days after xmas. I cannot wait!!!!!!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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