London
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My friend travelled to London, and another friend of mine, at my behest, helped the first friend feel comfortable, secure. One friend is attracted to the other, now.
I watched the eponymous and mostly reviled movie,
LONDON (2006) ***,
which hit me with a whopping dose of good'ole anxiety stomach acid. It made me sick to remember how much I cared about my ex. Thinking about how much I use to think about my ex makes me sick; even though I know this is cheating, because it's still thinking about my ex. My ex was probably the worst thing that's happened to me in the last ten years. People seem to have a facility, these days, for dissociating themselves emotionally from past experiences, all the way from things that happened a few months ago to things that happened a few years ago. I'm thinking of CV and of RO.
Well, cause me to feel and I shall bleed.
My friend that went to London. Could be a past ex. Could be a future ex. Could be my best friend, and my worst. Could be everything. Is and has been all of these things, to some degree. If, as the thesis presented by the director of LONDON is true that in every relationship there is the addicted and the dealer, my friend may be one of the biggest dealers of them all. How to know when you're doing the dealin' and when you're being dealt? Doesn't the dealer see everyone as a client, even themselves?
Some movies I've watched recently any my personal ratings (**** out of **** being best, as always):
BIRTH (2005) ***1/2
CHARLY (1968) ***
FRANKENSTEIN (1931) ****
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE 3 (2006) **1/2
MY SUMMER OF LOVE (2006) ****
NATIONAL TREASURE (2004) **1/2
PROOF (2005) ***
STEALTH (2005) **
THE OMEN (2006) **1/2
UNITED 93 (2006) ****
TURTLES CAN FLY (2004) ****
If I had to pick one, it would be TURTLES CAN FLY. The Boy With No Arms will be with me forever. Orphanage camps, refugees, homeless and sometimes crippled children having to run their own world. What have we done? How can we create this type of destruction for other human beings -- for children who have no parents and no limbs -- and go out for a cup of coffee? What the fuck is wrong with the human being?
I'm watching too many movies, not reading enough books. I'm not writing enough. The world continues to spin, and my stomach's all in knots.
I watched the eponymous and mostly reviled movie,
LONDON (2006) ***,
which hit me with a whopping dose of good'ole anxiety stomach acid. It made me sick to remember how much I cared about my ex. Thinking about how much I use to think about my ex makes me sick; even though I know this is cheating, because it's still thinking about my ex. My ex was probably the worst thing that's happened to me in the last ten years. People seem to have a facility, these days, for dissociating themselves emotionally from past experiences, all the way from things that happened a few months ago to things that happened a few years ago. I'm thinking of CV and of RO.
Well, cause me to feel and I shall bleed.
My friend that went to London. Could be a past ex. Could be a future ex. Could be my best friend, and my worst. Could be everything. Is and has been all of these things, to some degree. If, as the thesis presented by the director of LONDON is true that in every relationship there is the addicted and the dealer, my friend may be one of the biggest dealers of them all. How to know when you're doing the dealin' and when you're being dealt? Doesn't the dealer see everyone as a client, even themselves?
Some movies I've watched recently any my personal ratings (**** out of **** being best, as always):
BIRTH (2005) ***1/2
CHARLY (1968) ***
FRANKENSTEIN (1931) ****
MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE 3 (2006) **1/2
MY SUMMER OF LOVE (2006) ****
NATIONAL TREASURE (2004) **1/2
PROOF (2005) ***
STEALTH (2005) **
THE OMEN (2006) **1/2
UNITED 93 (2006) ****
TURTLES CAN FLY (2004) ****
If I had to pick one, it would be TURTLES CAN FLY. The Boy With No Arms will be with me forever. Orphanage camps, refugees, homeless and sometimes crippled children having to run their own world. What have we done? How can we create this type of destruction for other human beings -- for children who have no parents and no limbs -- and go out for a cup of coffee? What the fuck is wrong with the human being?
I'm watching too many movies, not reading enough books. I'm not writing enough. The world continues to spin, and my stomach's all in knots.
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