I dreamed I was watching Donnie Darko, except that, this being my head, there were zombies and tentacle monstersssss and gratuitous gore and top hats and poisoned children and hot air balloons and satanists and bizarre 80s fashion and evangelist piano tuners and a lot more sex. I felt it was an improvement on the original. Note to self: don't bother. Um, I was wondering if you could come over later and help me peel off my ears.
This is my plan for escape: tomorrow I will wake up 12 years old and run away to a sinister boarding school in the wastes of the frozen north. And have adventures involving mechanical marvels, ghastly tea parties, and ribald roman novels...sound good, eh? I need to be somewhere beautiful! I've been inventing an imaginary city and superimposing it over my environs, fabricating vast crumbling libraries and secret museums, tiny nesting chambers like Chinese boxes.......but the pretense exhausts me. Back to scraping by, making do, drinking coffee, lurching up and down flights of stairs, having a good laugh a good cry. There was a time in my life where i made sense
This is my plan for escape: tomorrow I will wake up 12 years old and run away to a sinister boarding school in the wastes of the frozen north. And have adventures involving mechanical marvels, ghastly tea parties, and ribald roman novels...sound good, eh? I need to be somewhere beautiful! I've been inventing an imaginary city and superimposing it over my environs, fabricating vast crumbling libraries and secret museums, tiny nesting chambers like Chinese boxes.......but the pretense exhausts me. Back to scraping by, making do, drinking coffee, lurching up and down flights of stairs, having a good laugh a good cry. There was a time in my life where i made sense
tadzi:
near as i can figure, most movies are improved by adding zombies, top hats, etc. there are, as a matter of fact, very few movies that wouldnt be improved by this.
iggy:
making sense is highly over-rated.