| tonight.
seen like a film- smiles and close contact. tonight, a lone man taking part in a conversation with himself is normal. tonight, bugs cannot see yellow light, but maybe red words are wrong. would you date insert name? no. you are so perfect. so everything.
to night
R R R R R R R R goddammit--- "donnnn't fall!" (we have fallen long ago) i say, i am seldom subtle. what intimacy is this, what intimacy is this, we are always the last to leave and only then do we see the salespeople as human - we have dirty hands and happy faces.
you can feel the highway flying sometimes. X's, not J's, bring back a dear friend whose relationship to myself has a title that has not been invented yet. LOVE INSURANCE broadway plays and sandwiches, we are surrounded by cement! Your. Mom. i want to see every asian movie ever made, bloody and sappy and screaming silently with subtitles NOT chinese food, but dutchchocolatemilkholyshitorgasm, refreshment, bean sprouts, black ladies, pasta, presto-change-o... JESUSCHRISTWEJUSTGOTFREEJASONSDELI "sooo. ross. why they call ya..."pistol" ?" tahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha.
together, we can do anything. find a beautiful place to get lost. an abandoned couch. a box made in bulgaria. (it wasn't bulgaria, this does not matter.) Other People's Houses. here's to symmetry, to visiting every floor by elevator with a kiss for every one, holding hands and seeing art in every passing glimpse of green. 2nd floor, i like 3rd floor, o kay 4th floor, n o 5th floor, God 6th floor, sweet simplicity 7th floor, the top heatroofaccessscarystairs can you see candy-colored wires in a paint-caked closet with cold air coming fast and kissing in the glare? 619 is beautiful. rob dobi in the basement.
a black man (he is 6 foot 8, has a circle shaved on the upper left side of the back of his head) and a black woman (she is a nurse in turquoise, he is in red, someone else is wearing orange in the corner of my vision) have a casual discussion that seems like a perfectly scripted scene in a cult classic. it did not have a movie script ending. we liked it.
crickets! Listen To Radiohead While Reading William Faulkner. (if i never "highly recommend" anything else, this i do.) he is 4 feet away 3 feet above me, i am eating pasta on the carpet and almost spilled it and licked the sauce from my plastic fork and we laughed so easily, and in that moment, it hit me that i have fallen in love.
2,000 kisses, a walk repeated.
the sequel was so, so great, for once in history.
A Movie Script Ending to This Grand Beginning. meet ryan braffman. |