It feels like a beautiful moment right now. There's nothing special on. Nothing to set this moment apart from any other, apart from the yellow glow of a tiny lamp in the peripheral vision of my left eye. And sounds of yet another shite Hollywood funded film - is there any other kind? Perfect, pretty faces set upon gorgeous bodies trying to be normal though they couldn't ever be unless they got the unspeakable of plastic surgery - or pulled off a Christian Bale, ala Machinist. Not that he defined normal in any way - but at least it was a far cry from the stupid "perfection" as sold by some fat cat fuck in a tweed jacket.
Tweed is the first word that comes to mind - not sure of the accuracy. If you're some movie-making bigwig reading this, I've got ideas for a good film or two, or three. Hire me! Bastards.
Doing a good job, aren't I?
Read about the muslim protests about the cartoon thing. Fucking crazy man. This entire planet. Going off on one because of a bloody drawing. There is no such thing as a joke anymore, I guess. Not that such a thing should be a joke, well everything's up for comment.
There's a part of me that's absolutely screaming, shouting - cause it isn't in order in my head. I've taken this step that ... this is yet another thing for my tiny brain to focus on. And I can't take this much shite. It's hard enough managing on a daily basis without something to stir the fucking cauldron, as they say - or at least as it goes in my head.
The beautiful moment has passed for sure. Once again I'm kind of clued out of the equation of my own making.
And so I quit before I confuse myself yet again.
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