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Elizabeth

Ineluctable modality of the visible.

About Me

It would have been so much easier to distribute all the anxiety, despair and panic equally among the billions of creatures on the face of the earth. In that case, our portion of anxiety would only be one three billionth of the total amount of universal suffering. But no, in dying each of us bears with him the entire crumbling universe.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I have till now counted my friends on a hand of amputated fingers.

Music:

it's raining it's pouring... and you didn't bring a sweater... nebraska'll never let you come back home... and on hollywood and vine... by the thrifty mart sign... any night i'll be willin' to bet... there's a young girl... with sweet little wishes... and pretty blue dreams... standin' there and gettin' all wet...now there's a place off the drag... called the gilbert hotel... there's a couple letters burned out the sign... and it's better then a bus stop... and they do good business... every time it rains... for sweet little girls... with nothing in their jeans... but sweet little wishes... and pretty blue dreams... now it's raining it's pouring... the old man is snoring... now i lay me down to sleep... i hear the sirens in the street... all my dreams are made of chrome... i have no way to get back home... i'd rather die before i wake... like marilyn monroe... and throw my dreams out in... the street and the... rain will make em grow...now the night clerk he got a club foot... and he's heard every sad luck story at least hundred times or more... he says check out time is 10 am... and that's just what he means... and you go up the stairs... with sweet little wishes... and pretty blue dreams...now it's raining it's pouring... and hollywoods just fine... swindle a little out of her dreams... put a letter in the sign... never trust a scarecrow... wearin' shades after dark... be careful of that old bow tie he wears... it takes a sweet little bullet... from a pretty blue gun... to put those scarlet ribbons in your hair... no that ain't no cherry bomb... 4th of july's all done... just some fool playin' that a second line... from the barrel of a pretty blue gun...no that ain't no cherry bomb... 4th of july's all done... get some fool playin' that second line... from the barrel of a pretty blue gun....

Movies:

What is this statue that eats autographs? ............ It's the instant celebrity machine. Fame for anyone in a minute or two. Beyond that of course, it becomes more difficult. In developed countries, the work day is short. .............. What is coming out from its mouths? ............. Novels, poems, songs and so forth. It stops until it is fed by new autograph hunters. The rest of the time it digests, ponders, sleeps. It has six eyes and four mouths. And don't ask me why.

Books:

In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that entails the ensuance of existentiality.

My Blog

Cocteau Lines

Jean Cocteau classified his desire to always be regenerating perspective and tossing out old work as 'artistic moultings.' My constantly churning mind sympathizes with this notion, I've undergone an ...
Posted by Elizabeth on Thu, 18 May 2006 10:33:00 PST

I've been sucked into the vortex...

So I hear that I'm guilty of never updating my page.... Yah? You want a piece of me?
Posted by Elizabeth on Thu, 11 May 2006 10:38:00 PST