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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

dreaming

"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..."

--From The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)

will knew what was going on. he knew. something about the big collars and bad teeth musta told him. whatever, he knew.

nothing is inspired just now. everything has retracted into function. there is no form. there is no forum. or decorum. and only a bit of snorem. weee.

every photo i take is thick with some unwanted substance and i can't seem to shake it. where is the summer we were promised?

and dreams, my dreams. why must i kiss the girls in my dreams. it's an extended and unending brand of foreplay that is bordering on torture. last night, it was some black haired girl with huge smiling eyes, and eyelashes kittens could sleep on. She was younger than me. younger enough to raise an eyebrow or two, i think. But she understood pascal's wager, and that turned me on.

and she kissed like..
she kissed like life should go on forever.

decrepit ruzz.
dirty ruzz.
kissing the young girls.

maybe you have to be alone, really fuckin alone, for a long time to get it. to get the sweet. to dig elbow deep in the emotional muck and realize that so many people have so much they just ignore.

right now it's fashionable in hollywood, and even in general, to talk about loss. loss and sadness. to romantically bind them to human beings which, i suppose, is meant to make them seem more interesting. I saw a photographer's website, with a quote from some middle-america newspaper-writer-who-wants-to-be-bigger saying "each photo taken by [so and so] touches a deep and profound nerve, each photo is filled with a palatable sense of loss, or sadness. Great works of richness and depth" or something very close to that. and i think thats a loss. i think that's sad.

you're all fools if you think there's anything more interesting than a great kiss.

piss your lives away for bmw's or fame, or a spot on survivor. whatever. just don't say i didn't tell you before you did it that there's more to be found within your arm's reach than all the world.

course, i could just be a horn dog.

Posted by ruzz on September 21, 2004 at 03:10 PM in what the fuck | Permalink

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What's wrong with being a horn dog?

Posted by: Stephen | Sep 21, 2004 3:43:17 PM