September 2009
12 posts
Gold.
They say it's your birthday...
So a quarter century lived on this earth today, and I had to google if 25 years equaled a “quarter of a century”, even though that’s obvious, but then I started to doubt myself after I typed it, and re-read it, and re-read it again, and I didn’t want to come across as stupid, if I posted “quarter century,” trying to be all poetic instead of just posting that I...
They weren’t alone. His friend had fallen asleep on the sofa next to them. His girl friend. Space in the middle. Girl, big gaping space, friend. That space was important, because she was thinking about kissing him. She wanted to kiss him, and she was one of his girl friends. They had been friends for awhile. But as she looked at him, really looked at him, the way you never really look at...
This trailer reminds me of when movies were “spectacles” and not “tent poles.” Le sigh.
"Don't look so miserable. I thought you said you...
I Will Not Read Your Fucking Script by A History... →
Gold.