Sunday, November 20, 2005

Where Can I Buy A Hot Pink Carhartt?

Sheltering Sky

last few days can see Christmas decorations.

On Thursday I filled my mouth donuts Friday was small and strange. I had a snail
playing on my lips and mouth full of blood. Yulia kiss Vasilievna. I do not care, and that uneasiness pogos strange ... is to be alive ... I feel a little more me, a little better, a little cleaner, a kind of catharsis, I have learned many things ... like my little cousin has the same dimple when she smiles. As all these lights, and how well they make me feel.

Because we do not know when to we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet Everything Happens Only A Certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember to Un certain afternoon of your childhood, Some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your Being That You Can not Conceive of your life events Without it? Perhaps four or five times more, Perhaps Not Even That. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all Seems limitless. Extract

end of The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles's , of Bertolucci film , and cited by Brandon Lee in his last interview. New
Afi mysterious video!

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