Coachella

[cinepanorama]

I'm painted with dust. It coats the tips of my fingers to my pointy elbows. It floats gently to rest on my eyelashes and when I blink it falls to the apples of my cheeks. Dust! in the whites of my eyes, no longer white. with Dust

Comments

[stealingjoy]

I understand little but love completely.

[cinepanorama]

hmm, I'm feeling you.

does that mean: you don't understand what I wrote but you like it?

[stealingjoy]

At first, I didn't understand, but now I do. I replied in the haze of half-confusion but, as that guy who played Harry's dad (or was it just some crazy drunk) on Night Court would say, I'm feeling much better now.

And, I loved, not liked. Important distinction.

[cinepanorama]

how wonderful!
i also appreciate that you were confused, i was in a slightly melodramatic mood when I wrote all that... :)

[cinepanorama]

oh sigh.
you should've said hello, despite the chance of a painful embarassment that would only last a moment!
did you think it was wonderful?
and where was I, who was i with? was it me?

[cinepanorama]

yea, it was me

[carcarbeepbeep]

haha, actually a pretty funny entry there i think

[cinepanorama]

ah carolyn, you do still know me

[carcarbeepbeep]

=D rock on

[baronessvontito]

Lily! Why didn't I see you?!
At least our souls were rocking out together.

[cinepanorama]

you see?

when i said
"I wish I could've seen you there."
i meant it!

ugh, so many people to get lost amongst