monovox

I could tell you the tale of this day, but you would not believe me.

You would read it and say that I am spinning a yarn, a story of gross proportions that could not possibly be true.

Never in my life have I had a day that fit, puzzle piece, together as today in such a surreal, raw and mindblowing way.

I sat at the annex with nicolas at the end of tonight, both of us blown away at the perfection of insanity and utter brilliance of the story today wrote for me. I wrote the outline for a script as we discussed the finer details. In my humble opinion it is brilliant. But, it is not my brilliance, I feel more like a reporter writing it than a storyteller.

I am telling you, you wouldn't believe it if I told you that it all happened in one day, just the way it laid out.

If I don't write it into a script... then I am an ass. you can't make this shit up. All set in the tableau of portland in the sweltering heat with the rose festival environment in the background.

utter fucking amazement