daria

so yeah.
it's been a while.
I was thinking about posting something about hoe people change in my life, how they shift suddenly around me and there is usually something I do not know or do not want to see.
then I read my lovely lady brooklyn's journal and it made me, for reasons I don't want to explain here, so tremendously nostalgic and romantic that I can't stand it.
so this is what you get, and fuck you all.

"and you lier teller of all tales: you trample the lord's commendaments under your foot, you murder, steal, commit adultery and afterword break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn the sin into a song.
shrewd devil, you know very well that god pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song...."
N.kazantzakis
the last temptation of god

on a different note, I had a very long halloween, and with one of the most wonderful persons you could ever get dressed up with, and who some of you will probably remember.

she made a dream come true and made me a costume as maggie superhero from love and rockets, and turned herself into hopey.
life sometimes is sweet.
sweetness sometimes gives you diabetes.