> 'Stake my future on a hell of a past...' "They don’t think they’re tough or desperate They know the law always wins They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore That death is the wages of sin..." i find it highly interesting that joan of arc was captured on the same day as bonnie and clyde - they were killed and she was sold for about sixty thousand francs to be murdered a week or so later - of course i am thinking of the dream that awoke me - jihoon and some other girl with me a weed cigar pressed to my lips bluntly as the cops slid by then walked back and i sprinted inside some dream house with a front lawn in the evening - i think now of the saint's statue on riverside drive - i only really visited once upon a time thinking of leelee - obviously the unfiltered thought is not easy to read - but the intention here is not reading but rather feeling - i felt before all that as if walking on a giant mattress that stretched from ninety seven down to ninety sixth street and broadway - curved down like a waterfall at the last step so i went sliding down as if lost all over again - in fact i did lose a scene wherein i was speaking with lotta even as or despite the fact that i was expecting keira if anybody...i spent the day hoping it would return to memory yet it didn't - i notice now the KBs presented yesterday in the press kyle busch more so than kitty bruce - i can't recommend omoo although i recognize how much melville improved - it simply lacked a story - ironically. however it did give me an impossible insight into coconuts and there were many nice poetic turns...i reckon he realized that repeating phrases could be pretty irritating...in that frustrated mindset, i listened all at once right after to forsyth's the day of the jackal - it was under three hours and i suspect perhaps an abridged version - but he got it wrong - all that build up - degaulle needed to be at least wounded. i think. so, nearly good, but it's easy to be a monday morning quarterback - or even harsh after fredrick fought like hell for his spy thriller writing it all in a month - but i see no point in lying here - i can easily imagine the powerful emotion of having the bullet strike and then revealing the wound et cetera - bending down for a kiss...iffy in my opinion. maybe the shot that grazed his own head made him think it would be too autobiographical... Mayon Volcano logs 29 earthquakes in twentyfour hours...throughout the day, without actually put placing the audio, i could feel the vibe of broken vows flutter about my senses - Hawaii was then rocked by a 6.0 magnitude earthquake and there was pre-emptive talk of volcano eruption alerts...i wanted to record keira's tune yet the cleaning and organization was not complete and really i felt removed from my self- i suppose that can occur while trying to recall a dream that is either intent on hiding or being held captive in the blood stream awaiting some sort of cut - action regime change three months now and the director of national intelligence quit - maria stevens stabbed a man at the parking lot on the southwest side of 51st Street and Yale Avenue, earlier a man picking up a child from school was bit by a coyote at East 51st Street South and South 145th East Avenue...given the news i have seen fifty first street in tulsa is the most dangerous place in oklahama! "Well, there I was in Hollywood Wishin' I was doin' good Talkin' on the telephone line But they don't need me in the movies And nobody sings my songs Guess I'm just a wastin' time..." miley -star of lol - climbed all the way up to the pavement - anya and omfg donatella in the wings! dude! hmm - need to add that to inkrealm.info/1991 is it true that the director kept on smashing iphones? i took inventory of my eyewear. but all this is merely me avoiding the compound sentence of complications that arose between the grant sisters and lotta - i couldn't have been more serious in either instance yet there is no clarity within the confusion except that i did 'meet' keira before any of the others and perhaps that tells me that it is only myself coming to some sort of full circle in order to escape or move on - however or even so i limit my own choices in thinking it would serve them well - which is either foolish or a telepathic numinousness - i'm hard-wired to some romantic ideal that is both lust and wanderlust yet i wonder -hoping for resolution- if it is my own ego hurrying me away from love to keep me for its own...the ego which usually allows no tears except if it is for the fiction of a film. [ This block remains static on load. Use the [ ACCESS ARCHIVE ] button in the bottom left to view the complete living document. ]