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| Manchurian Bloat |
| 07.30.04 (3:17 pm) [edit] |
I just watched the Manchurian Candidate on DVD. There is a special feature in which you can watch an interview with Sinatra, Frankenheimer, and the screenwriter (I think his name is Axelrod, for real) from the 1980's. Here is basically how the interview goes:
Axelrod: Hey Frank, can I suck your dick.
Frankenheim: Yeah Frank, you have a beautiful dick.
Sinatra: Thanks boys. It is a great dick. Go ahead and suck on it if you want.
Axelrod: Sure thing Mr. Sinatra.
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| 'Rado |
| 07.22.04 (9:03 pm) [edit] |
The lady and I are going to Rado tomorrow. That's Colorado to the layperson. I think we're going to stop at the Archway because she got free passes from her bank or something. I'm going to pretend to be Jack Nicholson and she can pretend to be his dead wife's ghost and we can work on the sequel to About Schmidt, its called Abouter Schmidt.
I'm really hoping I can pick up a new alternative life-style in Colorado because this French fur-trapper/Krishna thing I've been going for isn't getting me any closer to having a friend. Well, wish me luck.
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| Ingrid Bergman in my dreams |
| 07.08.04 (10:49 pm) [edit] |
Here is the dream I had last night. Keep in mind that I had just watched the Martin Scorsese documentary about Italian cinema and the making of the movie of Naked Lunch.
I was an Italian movie actor. A leading man. Ingrid Berman was my girlfriend and we were making a movie together. This part of the dream was all in black and white. Ingrid goes down to the ocean and is pulled into the water by a walrus/human/tarantula creature. She is unafraid and seems to know the creature. He takes her to his underwater cave and they both fall asleep next to each other. I then see the dream that she has but it is actually my dream. It shows our whole relationship and how it falls apart in disaster and we are both destroyed. The next day she returns to the set and I break up with her because of the knowledge I have of the outcome of our love. I leave crying. I am so in love with her, but I know that I have to leave her. As I walk across the street I see an old man crash his bicycle. I help the old man up and see that it is William Burroughs. We stand in front of a book store and have a long conversation about how young people today perceive books and mass media. Then I woke up and told my roommate about it.
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| Walk |
| 07.06.04 (10:35 pm) [edit] |
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I've heard people say that if you are an intelligent individual you should never be bored. I think this is mostly true. Boredom usually occurs because of one's mood or mental state. I guess that's what they call ennui. Anyway, I was feeling kind of bored today, but on my way home from the library I was walking and listening to my headphones (a new thing for me) and I saw pretty strange stuff. First, I saw a slightly overweight, caucasian "gangsta" girl smoking a cigarette with a well-dressed, middle-aged midget. No joke; it was in front of some government building. Then I saw a pigeon doing, what seemed to me, like some kind of dance on the railing to someone's balcony. Finally, I saw a young skater kid totally crash trying to do a wheeley on his bicycle. The amazing thing about his crash was his reaction. After he hit the ground he pretended to be really injured; he held his stomach and moaned. After the moaning he started playing with some rocks that were laying next to him. I loved it.
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| Happy Birthday America and me. |
| 07.04.04 (3:11 pm) [edit] |
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Today is my birthday. I had to work all day and the air conditioning in the store wasn't working. I sweat my ass off while sun-tanned, sunglassed, tank-topped, American flag t-shirt wearing people came in and said things like, "Wow, it sure is warm in here. I bet it really sucks having to work on the fourth of July." I wanted to say, "Yeah it does. And guess what? Its my birthday too. Isn't that a sad story." Then I would jump over the counter and break their face open with my bare hands. Happy birthday!
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| Hung Over |
| 07.03.04 (9:29 pm) [edit] |
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I drank so much last night that when I urinated this morning it came out like toothpaste. Never again. If I had a nickel everytime I said that... When you are this hung over everything is either beautiful and hilarious or very painful. Anyway, I'm going to go waste my time on the ol' Playstation.
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