Friday, January 9, 2009
I Limit My Time
With brown women. All they talk about is marriage. The generation above has them by the throat, and they don't even know it. They don't define the conversation. We do.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Game Over
The past three nights I have dreamt that
-I sought the Citadel of God (an Austrian palace in the forest), but I first had to cross the railway tracks and pass its keeper and the invisible ghost that laid footprints in the stones. I couldn't help following the keeper into the woods along the tracks, stepping after the ghostly footprints, foolishly distracted by my own curiosity.
-that I was the tortured daughter of an assassin, who escaped only to be raped and dragged back into captivity.
-that I drowned at sea in a storm trying to get everyone off of a yacht during a night stunt scene. I was so busy getting everyone onto the helicopter and making rounds that I failed to notice the chopper was gone and I was alone with two others (the make up artist and a stunt coordinator). we saw huge rocks through the lightning. we were going to crash into them. I took the helm and tried to fight the pull of the sea but to no avail.
-I sought the Citadel of God (an Austrian palace in the forest), but I first had to cross the railway tracks and pass its keeper and the invisible ghost that laid footprints in the stones. I couldn't help following the keeper into the woods along the tracks, stepping after the ghostly footprints, foolishly distracted by my own curiosity.
-that I was the tortured daughter of an assassin, who escaped only to be raped and dragged back into captivity.
-that I drowned at sea in a storm trying to get everyone off of a yacht during a night stunt scene. I was so busy getting everyone onto the helicopter and making rounds that I failed to notice the chopper was gone and I was alone with two others (the make up artist and a stunt coordinator). we saw huge rocks through the lightning. we were going to crash into them. I took the helm and tried to fight the pull of the sea but to no avail.
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