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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Thursday, June 27, 2002
i am never watching movies again
Vanilla Sky took puzzle pieces that were in my head and connected them all the wrong way to form a completely abstract, worthless, piece of "art" that might, on one day, trick me into thinking that's how that pieces were meant to be. and i can't help but wonder if it is tricking me or trying to help me. i get angry and very confused at it. i can't help but completely connect and disconnect simultaneously from Vanilla Sky. Probably being up late helps/hurts both ways. It is a piece of post-modern bs, that i can't hate because it doesn't try to be anything hate-worthy [i just really wish it did so i could hate it]. it doesn't help collect my scattered thoughts, and it makes me even more unfocused by throwing an amazing soundtrack and phenominal visuals with a memento-like brain-fry of a plot; which i guess is grounds for hate, but not really, because that kind of trouble that it gives me is subjective. it's all my fault, but it was the perfect medium for me to lose all sanity in. i will probably watch that movie again. oh boy, it's late. at least in my head.
2:28 AM
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