The bun is in your mind

Playing early morning poker and watching movies. Earlier I watched Heat, and now I'm watching What's Eating Gilbert Grape?. Playing catch up once again. Both were good movies. I remember enjoying The Insider. We rented Casino too (and The Philadelphia Story, Velvet Goldmine, and My Own Private Idaho). I like movies. I like Al Pacino and Robert De Niro.

The latest Gorillaz cd is a good one.
I wonder if Billy can get the Pumpkins back.
Benadryl is making me tired.
My personality is making me bored.

Maybe it is time to sleep. The sun is coming up, after all. Blasted sun. It'll die eventually, just like us. POOF. And it'll be oh so cold.

Some would say

Reading crimelibrary.com can just eat up time. I read all the serial killers when I was a secretary and had a good deal of time to kill (whilst putting off boring projects). They write the stories so oddly. They're not like newspaper articles--more like pulp. I find them terribly interesting.

Time to hop on over to the store.
What a dull little post this is.

Vote Ron Mexico, US Senate

I was going to go to sleep, but Stever said play a poker game. So I played a little one and made ten dollars. Very little one, but it is always nice to make the money. Now I'm slightly more awake, even in spite of my cough syrupy consumption. I've been sick for a few days. Hacking away and my head hasn't stopped hurting in two days.

I watched My Fair Lady this afternoon, contentedly singing along with Rex Harrison. I watched The Machinist this evening, which was just a bit sad since Christian Bale looked like somebody sucked every bit of fat and muscle from his body.

In two weeks time I shall be in California with the family. God help me.

I think daylight savings time is bullshit and should be gotten rid of entirely.

I want to go see Batman Begins again. I liked it. I didn't like Katie Holmes, but I liked Batman. And I <3 Liam Neeson. IMDB says Spielberg is in pre-production on an Abraham Lincoln movie (Liam Neeson being honest Abe). I would like to see that, I think. I always wondered about my father's fascination with Lincoln. I'm not entirely sure what that is...

Lately I have been dreaming about school a great deal. I find it odd considering I do not think about school that much, and I do not really feel much anxiety in relation to college, and I would much rather dream of other things. My old Russian teacher is in my dreams a lot, too. He is a fine human being. Ge was always full of good advice and book suggestions. And coffee. I admire very few people. He is one of them.

7 am. Good a time as any to call it a night.
I dislike the day. I very much dislike the sun.
It's best just to sleep through it.

Even my shadow is ugly

The void is endless
Interjected--friendless
It is casual
speaking in familiar voices
Ours blend with the mix
We feel better on display
talking over coffee
another highly caffeinated
self important
verbal autopsy
under the very mistaken impression
that we are important
that what we do matters
that believing makes it so
And that the blood will stop
if only the words will flow

It seemed like a good idea at the time

In Memory of M.B.
by Anna Akhmatova

Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
not sticks of burning incense.
You lived aloof, maintaining to the end
your magnificent disdain.
You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes,
and suffocated inside stifling walls.
Alone you let the terrible stranger in,
and stayed with her alone.

Now you're gone, and nobody says a word
about your troubled and exalted life.
Only my voice, like a flute, will mourn
at your dumb funeral feast.
Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I,
I, sick with grief for the buried past,
I, smoldering on a slow fire,
having lost everything and forgotten all,
would be fated to commemorate a man
so full of strength and will and bright inventions,
who only yesterday it seems, chatted with me,
hiding the tremor of his mortal pain.

4 years

Happy birthday, m'dear.

17 of June

Saw Back to the Future for the first time this evening.
Also watched The Life Aquatic. The music was the best part of it.
Now sitting about watching the CBS news. (We don't get many stations in here.)
That is all.

All the glamour can be yours

We went to see Batman Begins last night. There weren't many people there.
It was pretty okay. Looked very nice. Katie Holmes is dumb, of course. Overall it was all right. At least the Scarecrow was hot.

I did not succeed in catching the mouse in the garage. I will get it though. Later. With peanut butter. As it is, he only took a couple seeds and did not near his inevitable d00m of relocation.

Born under a bad sign

It is probably inappropriate for one to make happy birthday posts to the dead, but I was never one for convention. So happy birthday, you bastard. I miss you.

You don't know what it's like

listen, listen?
this is mark I cannot place
this is the wish I dare not leave
time uncovers what is keeping still
I unaware move against my will

simon says, pass on by
passions wane, stragglers weep
hungers fight for the camera eye

hold me so
I'll never let you go
stay with me for a while
(while I sleep)

momma squeeze
grace my spine
walk on thru the camera eye

listen, listen?
this is the name I cannot speak
this is the flame I dare not douse
here, things are
we'll never get that far
close enough to die a time or two or three

stretch my skin
restless gods
maybe turn my heart of hearts
deposit change in the camera eye

who needs pain to survive?
I need pain to change my life
in gentle myths and turning leaves we all come to bury truth

honey choose my wet dream
a naked soul just has to grieve
if I bleed, the camera cries
no one doubts the camera eye

move fast forward thru the camera eye
move fast forward thru the camera eye
the camera eye
the camera eye