suddenly I had this feeling like I wanted to be nostalgic. but that only gets me frustrated.
even when it's rainy out there's still lots of colours.
which according to my electronic brain is spelled incorrectly.
ah fuck it.
I think I've been eating too much cheese lately.
how are you?

2.30am 10.5.08
watching silence of the lambs alone on a rainy, sunday night in october and wondering if it's sheer coincidence that, not yet half way through, over a dozen skin cream commercials have aired so far.

I've been listening to Blaise Bailey Finnegan 3 over and over again for the last 3 days.

I never want Richard Linklater's films to end.
to me, they are a complete encapsulation of a micro reality. not micro as in self important, but rather, one with a few number of individuals. the end credits.

down

in

the

dumps.

I hate you and know I have to be concrete in the severance but in a long long time the most I've felt has been with you.
I find it ironic that the first time I see you in a month you tell me how you had to sever ties but really wanted to continue them.
pour moi je dis, "ditto."

every now and then a film comes along and puts you in your place.
kicks your ass.

m.s. - Dan reminds me of Simon reminds me of dan reminds me of simon.

It would sound self-propagating to say that I think I have a good eye for films. But no-one wins when anyone wars.

p.s. - see m.s.

I broke a mirror today. see you in 7.

china is taking over.
>>>>>>they already have spore citiess all over the world.

sure, it matters what you say, but it matters more that you believe in it.

ps. I'm really looking forward to wednesday night.

alot.