1. Laying in bed
snuggled in his arm socket
wide awake
he asleep
Music is softly playing while candles flicker, making dramatic shadows on the wall
2. Cut to a meeting
3. Moving
4. Planted paperwork
5. Jump cuts to scenes in Tahiti
inspired by Typee
cannibalism and all
6. Speech from the second morning
his wife
his kid
his utter vulnerability
7. Bathing
8. Walking
9. Ellipses
10. Make them love him
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Disappointments and Other Earthly Distractions
They wouldn't understand.
Everything has already
Without me.
What do you do with the closeness of fresh death?
The fresh death of closeness?
Revelations upon revelations
Unrequited love of mankind
We don't have it
We never did
Do I know what happens?
Nope. Never.
Well maybe a memory before death
Before love, when nothing was a memory yet
Everything has already
Without me.
What do you do with the closeness of fresh death?
The fresh death of closeness?
Revelations upon revelations
Unrequited love of mankind
We don't have it
We never did
Do I know what happens?
Nope. Never.
Well maybe a memory before death
Before love, when nothing was a memory yet
Family Photos
"These are my Kids."
[Taken aback. Laughs] "You've been busy. You've been really busy."
[Taken aback. Laughs] "You've been busy. You've been really busy."
Transient Sex Offenders
Rolling into Los Angeles at dusk. Hotel dishes clinking in kitchen next to the room. People fucking in the parking lot selling their souls to the night. Feeling the electricity of Venice Beach with a friend on my arm and booze in my heart.
Rejection and defeat.
Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.
Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.
Rejection and defeat.
Fighting tension. Trying on something new and brave. Wholly connected to our disintegrating Baltimore family.
Late nights in the old style. Hoping beyond hope that we're building a future. Lying to ourselves and feeling braver with every lie.
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