a feeling equivalent to the popping of a cork, only more echo echo, know? dramatic re-enactments and I only wish I could read her thoughts. the thought- Zazu in the Lion King, "it starts!," mon frere. what am I saying? that i dreamt about robots and voices and a craving for almonds. one-four-hundred-and-eightieth? I could sleep that long.
writing an interview with Sartre, asking for advice for budding playwrights. also, I have three more nights to burn these candles at both ends and roman goddesses. then what? buses, trains, planes, and pages.
Posted by samantha at June 7, 2004 05:21 PM