...And I wouldn't scream out, "Stella!!!", but rather go to her closet, smell the scent of her freshly worn dress, and weep a mumbly, "Stell(er), Oh, Stell(er) and a tear drops, devastatingly, to the dresser. (Huge laugh.) Yeah, right, I'd scream louder for my Stell.
...I really can't stand the predictability of EVERYthing. It's like some sort of sick joke. People and their "personalities." Christ, I could cut you right out of some pop magazine article. No, I'm charming, really. I work for the local electric company...this has spawned new thought into my brain as to the reason for mediocrity...At first I thought it had something to do with the industrial revolution, but it has more to do with electricity...that harnessed nature element which makes living far too easy. If mere survival is easy, then there can be no high/true art, despite what the critics tell you. What is born out of this modern electrical age, however, is a new kind of art...a "What now?" kind of art. Previously, nature itself was man's antagonist...and still is to a much slighter degree...but what is man's antogonist now but other men? At any rate, I'm tired and it's all harmonious when you look at the big picture...like some sort of musical ensemble...Melody, counter melody, etc...Life wags on in a horrible, beautiful, necessary kind of way...But don't worry, another mere hundred years and we won't have to worry abut the fucker anymore...Notorious scenes 3-4
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