The words sit like a
lump in the back of my mind.
Stress or panic or the heat -
something makes me very alive and
anxious and aware. of. things.
I feel as though my heart might bleed,
though perhaps that's the
effect of aspartame
I feel.
Snippets
sandstorms and Sandpaper
the ocean in a bucket
Stephen and I went to A&A's after my class and watched Requiem for a Dream. That movie is always so uplifting ::sarcasm:: I don't know what possessed Andrew and me to want to watch it. After that, we went home and I frantically packed a bit, went to sleep, woke and drove here. I parked far away, though I could have cheated, parked in a nearby lot, and validated my parking within. Read 20 more pages over lunch. Ah yes - during the drive. NPR was on, and there was a snippet about some army wife and son. Wife was asking son, "What happened to Daddy?" or "Where's Daddy?" "Daddy's dead," said the boy. "What does that mean?" "It means something bad happened; he's never coming back." On the one hand, I'm disgusted by the exploitation... but on the other, that attention to emotion and the real repurcussions of war are necessary. It's a fine line.
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"Mostly, I like the tulip for its colors and representation of life. I admit to hiding and find that writing is the way that I can best express myself."
I love that... the way you express yourself. xo
The many wonders of aspartame!
As for uplifting, sane movies, I think Requiem for a Dream surpasses even The Royal Tenenbaums. I remember watching that movie and afterwards having to down quite a substantial amount of rich ice cream. But you have to admit, the soundtrack is very good.
In response to your comment (Thank you very much for them by the way; I always aprreciate comments.), I have yet to find a genre of music I don't like, although I tend to lean more towards things like Catch-22 (ska), Yellowcard ("emo"), and System of a Down (who knows what you'd call them....rock? metal?)
Rush cloying sweetness / fizzy lift and sweet cherry / what's this? vomit fuel
I couldn't finish the requiem...it's one of those "reality" movies (Like "Harold and Maude") but with drugs instead of aging, I think.
Oh, and Cat Stevens did the best depressing stuff.