desidia

eh. fuck the last entry. petty human relations.

whats really important is how entrancing slow moving cigarette smoke is illuminated by only my computer monitor. lulling.

A subtle reminder soothing my lungs with ashes.

We don't care whether or not we care.

In my imaginary remake, Morla the Aged one is played by Marlene Dietrech in a pristine mansion in the middle of that swamp of sorrow. A juxtapostion something similar to the bag lady in Labyrinth. I suppose Aged would have to become Ageless.



The first southern oracle is half buried in sand dunes on an overcast day, surrounded by ruins. The second lies just off the beach, maybe 50 feet into the water under those imposing night skys with infinite stars. The luck dragon isn't a giant poodle dachshund crossbreed with the fakest muppet eyes ever.

The wolf has impala horns and castigates Atreyu into despair rather than attacks. Maybe Atreyu futilely tries to kill it but it does nothing but laugh.



I think the rest of film is just fine really other than having horrible pacing. I should buy it if i ever come into money again.

fuck. that reminds me of what I forgot from my Checklist 2005: A Kudu skull



my god thats some hot shit. mental masturbation. better than anything physical. Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll draw a sleeker, better southern oracle.

shit. seems like only hours ago I ditched the hot tub party but apparently its quite light out already.