i left some comments on various pages today...which means i got to update quick before someone replies and sees what a fart i am. so. today. yes. editing. working on my film. i'll talk about that.
it drives me crazy. this suit i wear. it's too tight. you work on something...a creation of some sort...and it can pin you down. so you got to break free and bust it up. all the things you did that you so love about it you need to hack away and do over. the film i work on can scare me--don't touch it! Fuck that, you got to say.
A life is like this, too, no? you got your habits, your fixations, your ways of doing things. what you like what you don't. and soon it feels constricting like it isn't you anymore. so you bust it up, shake things up. escape the comfort zone. we all need help with this from time to time.
I think addictive personalities feel that constriction acutely. they drink or pop pills or whatnot because they just want to release their emotions, feel free just fucking once. something is out of their control and they want to correct that. anyway they can.
dreams are important. so very, very, very important. i dreamt last night i wasin a very swank cafeteria. lots of people, younger people. i was in line with my tray. i wanted a very special food item, and the lady behind the counter knew. she said she would get it for me. this attention made me feel special. so i bus my tray down the line, to where i'm supposed to pay. but there's this crowd i can't break into, i can't get my tray down anywhere to get my special food. so i go sit down. and wait. and people around me are all starting to eat. where's my special food? now i'm anxious. but i say to myself that i'm just going to wait and wait. i'm stubborn like that. and soon i am singing this song. the song is by a detroit band called the prime ministers and i got the song from the fluxblog website not too long ago. but there i am, in my dream, singing the song. and i'm so completely amazed at my voice--in the dream. i can't believe the vocal command i have. so i sing and then i wake up.
anyway, i have dreams like this quite often. i bring them to my analyst and we discuss them. it's nice.
so.
it drives me crazy. this suit i wear. it's too tight. you work on something...a creation of some sort...and it can pin you down. so you got to break free and bust it up. all the things you did that you so love about it you need to hack away and do over. the film i work on can scare me--don't touch it! Fuck that, you got to say.
A life is like this, too, no? you got your habits, your fixations, your ways of doing things. what you like what you don't. and soon it feels constricting like it isn't you anymore. so you bust it up, shake things up. escape the comfort zone. we all need help with this from time to time.
I think addictive personalities feel that constriction acutely. they drink or pop pills or whatnot because they just want to release their emotions, feel free just fucking once. something is out of their control and they want to correct that. anyway they can.
dreams are important. so very, very, very important. i dreamt last night i wasin a very swank cafeteria. lots of people, younger people. i was in line with my tray. i wanted a very special food item, and the lady behind the counter knew. she said she would get it for me. this attention made me feel special. so i bus my tray down the line, to where i'm supposed to pay. but there's this crowd i can't break into, i can't get my tray down anywhere to get my special food. so i go sit down. and wait. and people around me are all starting to eat. where's my special food? now i'm anxious. but i say to myself that i'm just going to wait and wait. i'm stubborn like that. and soon i am singing this song. the song is by a detroit band called the prime ministers and i got the song from the fluxblog website not too long ago. but there i am, in my dream, singing the song. and i'm so completely amazed at my voice--in the dream. i can't believe the vocal command i have. so i sing and then i wake up.
anyway, i have dreams like this quite often. i bring them to my analyst and we discuss them. it's nice.
so.
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