Poor Minotaur. I would be your friend. Of course I would be your friend. We would understand each other.
The Minotaur would love me, too. And I would love him, despite his bull head, despite his immortality. Despite his dirty past of impaling and devouring mankind. We could love each other and live amongst the humans we will only ever half understand until I die and you keep living and find love elsewhere.
Today was a difficult day for me. This Madoff thing...I swear. Beyond my own personal, eternal seeming poverty - to think of all of the forces put in to place to protect those who need protecting, and to help those who need to help...to think of them all gone, because of some rich fuck...
No. I can not hate the rich, (easy though it may be). But I do, I do hate those unrighteous enough to do...this. Lord.
There are some kids riding around in a gold cart with a Christmas tree in the back. Can not be older than 12. No lights, middle of the road, 10:30 on a Monday. This place is ten kinds of fucked up. And that is coming from someone who lives in a relatively violent area.
I'm going home tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
My cellist Kjartan called me a few moments ago, just to say a hello I love you. He might have been drunk, but I genuinely appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. So I called my guitarist and drummer, but they seem to both be out. Or asleep. Somewhere in Maine, where they both live, when they don't live with me.
Kjartan looks like a person I once loved, and smells like someone else I once loved, and sometimes I think it makes me like him even more than I already might.
I would love a glass of milk, which is silly. Because I don't drink milk. I have not for years.
Like this. That is me, looking out the back of that car window, at age 14. I'm pretty sure that that was the exact moment that the person who took the photo fell in love with me. Or maybe it was the other way around.
This entry is not going anywhere fast, so goodnight my little ducklings.
The Minotaur would love me, too. And I would love him, despite his bull head, despite his immortality. Despite his dirty past of impaling and devouring mankind. We could love each other and live amongst the humans we will only ever half understand until I die and you keep living and find love elsewhere.
Today was a difficult day for me. This Madoff thing...I swear. Beyond my own personal, eternal seeming poverty - to think of all of the forces put in to place to protect those who need protecting, and to help those who need to help...to think of them all gone, because of some rich fuck...
No. I can not hate the rich, (easy though it may be). But I do, I do hate those unrighteous enough to do...this. Lord.
There are some kids riding around in a gold cart with a Christmas tree in the back. Can not be older than 12. No lights, middle of the road, 10:30 on a Monday. This place is ten kinds of fucked up. And that is coming from someone who lives in a relatively violent area.
I'm going home tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
My cellist Kjartan called me a few moments ago, just to say a hello I love you. He might have been drunk, but I genuinely appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. So I called my guitarist and drummer, but they seem to both be out. Or asleep. Somewhere in Maine, where they both live, when they don't live with me.
Kjartan looks like a person I once loved, and smells like someone else I once loved, and sometimes I think it makes me like him even more than I already might.
I would love a glass of milk, which is silly. Because I don't drink milk. I have not for years.
Like this. That is me, looking out the back of that car window, at age 14. I'm pretty sure that that was the exact moment that the person who took the photo fell in love with me. Or maybe it was the other way around.
This entry is not going anywhere fast, so goodnight my little ducklings.
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i can advocate for sf, where i grew up; for portland, where i hope to live one day because it's mellow and awesome; and for montreal, but just to visit because i always have a good time there. and chicago, where i'm visiting friends this week and causing trouble and soaking in good people.
are you in the city proper or elsewhere?
As it turns out....he was not in any Hitchcock or Mutiny, but he was in Gone With the Wind and The Scarlet Pimpernel.....that's probably why I know the name.