Apr 3, 2004

I'll be your plastic toy.

Last night, I was feeling giddy and good. All sorts of exciting things on the horizon. And that open feeling that I've missed. Wide open. Ready. Tickled by the fizzing of it while I drove home, listening to music that made me feel happy on a molecular level. Subatomic, even. Sometimes, it's just so good that it makes you laugh, you know? Unfortunately, that looks to others like insanity. And objectively, maybe it is. Sometimes everything is just crazy good.

I saw and liked Hellboy. I have my criticisms. (When don't I?) But it was a fine departure. There's something sort of real and jarring about the marriage of the supernatural and the adolescent in that story. I dig it.

I look sleepy today. I don't mean to. But I've given up on waking rested. Sleep is for the birds. FOR THE BIRDS!

Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world
Moving up and so alive in her honey dripping beehive

posted by Mary Forrest at 12:01 PM | Back to Monoblog


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