I don't think I like this new format so far. How can you get all ten of your favorite films into 125 characters?
Right now I'm dealing with some really stupid stuipd shit that is mostly my fault for being hopelessly and totally incompetent in managing my personal affairs. But others have contributed an element of sheer imbecility to my vexations as well.
Isn't it a shame that they would'nt let OJ tell us how he would have committed those murders if it had been him? Since you are no doubt disappointed at this I'll show you what it would look like if Dr_Lizardo was to decide to blow you away.
Sunday I went for a rather chilly bike ride. One place I went through was a cemetery right in the middle of springfield. I discovered that there is an Orthodox section that is full of Russians, greeks, and Armenians. It is fairly common on eastern European gravestones to find a ceramic oval portraint of the person, a photograph converted to ceramic glaze, that doesn't fade over the decades. There are two that stick out in my mind. One was a young woman who died in 1938 at the age of 32. The stone had the epitaph: " If I was so soon to be done for, what was I ever begun for? " A bitter message, but understandable. The other image was of an infant that was born and died in 1945. It's a cute little baby, looking directly out at you and smiling. I will admit I cried a little, after seeing that image. 61 Years ago. A year before my mom was born. I wonder who that child wanted to become. The parents who grived for him are gone too, and their deep love and sorrow has passed into oblivion. There was a near-full waxing moon partway up the sky. I wouln't say the world feels cruel, but I can feel its weight and vastness. The cool damp earth, the trees and stones.
As a student of buddhism I'm well aware that everything changes and is impermanent. But still I have this craving somehow to feel the presence of these people who were once in the world. I don't know if it has something to do with having had a jewish girlfriend: The movie The Pianist reminded me of all the people who were lost in the holocaust, as well as did the documentary Paperclips. I don't know if there's any point to make, I just have this feeling of desire to look back in time, to know people who are gone. There's this deep poignancy and texture to memory. It fills me. I guess maybe I'm just really weird. There's jewish cemetery a couple of miles away from the one I just mentioned, which is the first place where I found those ceramic photo-portraits and became fascinated by them. Maybe it's just that I'm a visual person. I seek connectedness to things less predominantly in words exchanged with other people than in looking deep into the aspect of places and into faces from across time. Looking to feel a connection with the spirits in places and thngs. Everything slips away, but I don't want those feelings to slip away just yet.
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Right now I'm dealing with some really stupid stuipd shit that is mostly my fault for being hopelessly and totally incompetent in managing my personal affairs. But others have contributed an element of sheer imbecility to my vexations as well.
Isn't it a shame that they would'nt let OJ tell us how he would have committed those murders if it had been him? Since you are no doubt disappointed at this I'll show you what it would look like if Dr_Lizardo was to decide to blow you away.
Sunday I went for a rather chilly bike ride. One place I went through was a cemetery right in the middle of springfield. I discovered that there is an Orthodox section that is full of Russians, greeks, and Armenians. It is fairly common on eastern European gravestones to find a ceramic oval portraint of the person, a photograph converted to ceramic glaze, that doesn't fade over the decades. There are two that stick out in my mind. One was a young woman who died in 1938 at the age of 32. The stone had the epitaph: " If I was so soon to be done for, what was I ever begun for? " A bitter message, but understandable. The other image was of an infant that was born and died in 1945. It's a cute little baby, looking directly out at you and smiling. I will admit I cried a little, after seeing that image. 61 Years ago. A year before my mom was born. I wonder who that child wanted to become. The parents who grived for him are gone too, and their deep love and sorrow has passed into oblivion. There was a near-full waxing moon partway up the sky. I wouln't say the world feels cruel, but I can feel its weight and vastness. The cool damp earth, the trees and stones.
As a student of buddhism I'm well aware that everything changes and is impermanent. But still I have this craving somehow to feel the presence of these people who were once in the world. I don't know if it has something to do with having had a jewish girlfriend: The movie The Pianist reminded me of all the people who were lost in the holocaust, as well as did the documentary Paperclips. I don't know if there's any point to make, I just have this feeling of desire to look back in time, to know people who are gone. There's this deep poignancy and texture to memory. It fills me. I guess maybe I'm just really weird. There's jewish cemetery a couple of miles away from the one I just mentioned, which is the first place where I found those ceramic photo-portraits and became fascinated by them. Maybe it's just that I'm a visual person. I seek connectedness to things less predominantly in words exchanged with other people than in looking deep into the aspect of places and into faces from across time. Looking to feel a connection with the spirits in places and thngs. Everything slips away, but I don't want those feelings to slip away just yet.
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And yes...right you are.
When my time comes, toss me naked into a pit. Me. Dirt. Worms. Dirt. Worms. Tree. Like a parfait.
Also, that's a really jaded sentiment (why was I ever begun)... and what's a little odd is the fact that she didn't write it. Unless she died of cancer and was dying for a while, this was something that her parents decided to say, which is a little twisted.
eep. long comment. glad you liked the costumes!!