Most great comdey can be found to be timed as innuendo, it simply requires a moment for the audience's imagination. Just a beat long enough for them to think about something even funnier than that which you can actually do. Some heaving, fat, baby arm thick...silence
i used to work in a farmers market here in nyc, union square. there was a customer who had very subtle face tattoos, two blue dots, one on each cheek, slightly bigger than the head of a pin. it was lovely.
what good movies did you see? i wasnt able to come up with anything, but maybe i still might.
words can be clumsy and i feel like i dont handle them well even given the right words. so i know what you mean. i often say the same same same stuff over and over and over
sometimes i think i need to hear it a lot to have it sink in, to really believe it
What's with yer brain Nicky-Jane?
The crit is golden. I was thinking the same. My schedule isn't offering me any revision time though. When it permits, I guess. Let me know when yer serotonin's up, and you can explain scramble brain.
That's my thirteen year old way of saying smooches
I find Frost to be guilty pastoral pleasure. Whoooaaa I'm an art fag.
The Last Mowing
There's a place called Far-away Meadow
We never shall mow in again,
Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:
The meadow is finished with men.
Then now is the chance for the flowers
That can't stand mowers and plowers.
It must be now, through, in season
Before the not mowing brings trees on,
Before trees, seeing the opening,
March into a shadowy claim.
The trees are all I'm afraid of,
That flowers can't bloom in the shade of;
It's no more men I'm afraid of;
The meadow is done with the tame.
The place for the moment is ours
For you, oh tumultuous flowers,
To go to waste and go wild in,
All shapes and colors of flowers,
I needn't call you by name.
You're right. My booth bitch encouraged me to talk to people and say hello and how are you, but damn if I didn't run out of smiles after like the first hour.
Thanks for the words of encouragement. I'll keep trying to write my thoughts down, and share it when I think it's appropriate. I don't really know anything about writing, I'm glad you at least find it readable. For me it's just theraputic.
ok, i dont know if you're still watching those movies of yours (you asked for recs a while back)
but i heard somthings gotta give
was actually really good
and i imagine its super accessable. hope you havent already seen it.
ok. i am REALLY not here. (i'm at a starbucks on 8th street, doing my ethics on-line class, studying coronary artery disease and rewarding myself every 1/2 hour or so by checking out SG)
