August 2010
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Day 1 - “I am writing you this letter because I can’t keep what I want to say inside anymore. I need to talk to you whether you can hear my words or not. I was told that this would be therapeutic and a healthy outlet. I was told I needed catharsis and that writing to you would be the best thing for me. Mother says that you can still read this where you are now. I am going to go, I...
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The strangest thing about the job was also the most routine: that nobody ever asked why I did what I did. There was the covert meeting, usually arranged by a third party so it couldn’t get traced back to us, the agreement, the payment which came in the form of stolen cash and then I killed someone for money. Why I would dedicate myself to this life never seemed to come up. I sat across...
As sure as my mind is that the words “I love you” won’t amount to much without the dedication and strength to see them through, my heart still wants to hear them.
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It’s always in that space of time after I finish my boring evening rituals and before I drift off to sleep that I think of you the most and want you with a longing that weighs in my chest. I want to give all of myself to you and claim you in the same desperately passionate act. In what might have been a waking dream or a dark and starless night years ago, I made love to you and took you as...
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There you are, on the edge of society, clinging onto everything you have, which is nothing at all to them, desperate for any opportunity to explode something small and fragile inside of you into something big and magnificent and beautiful. There you are, the criminal degenerate, the loser, the failure, talking to himself and daydreaming and calling your dementia “art” as if that...
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A thought that occurred to me while I was watching...
Horror movies almost ALWAYS prey on feminine fears… fears that are innate to the feminine experience.
In teen slasher films, girls are murdered in direct correlation with their dating or having sex with guys. In this way, the horror relates to budding female sexuality. In Halloween, the main character was babysitting, obviously popular among teenage girls.
And then you look at some of...
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I miss movies being shot on-location, in American...
I re-watched Bullitt and it occurred to me how cool it is to just FEEL San Francisco circa 1968 seeping into the film. Just watching it, you can completely absorb the way the city looked and felt, its size and shape, what people were doing there and even aspects of the culture. That kind of verisimilitude is really beautiful.
And that level of verisimilitude can’t be faked. Could you...
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“What about Hank?”
“We can’t use Hank no more.”
“Why not?”
“Hank’s dead. That’d put a damper on near anyone’s career.”
Smithfield squinted a bit. “So you need me to join in the next bank you’d like to rob. Why again should I go along with it? I could just as easy stick to general stores and keep my risk...
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It was October 6th. After having spent a few weeks flirting but avoiding the issue, they were on their first date. They spent the evening at a local jazz club, where the music was first priority and food was a distant second. The city was cool that evening, with the trees in the park having turned into a symphony of oranges and reds and yellows, the fallen leaves crunching underfoot and breath...
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In the days and weeks and months after his father died, he would come to know that old house, the dimensions of the rooms and the size and shape of the foundation, the parts of the house that were old and broken, the cracks and crevices and microscopic fissures that gently chewed away at its exteriors. It was a very old house and time had taken its toll. But this was purely a superficial...
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In the loneliest hours of the night, my heart cries out to you the most plaintively. It asks for you with a voice that I try to communicate through miles of empty space. Over a seemingly endless stretch of land and through hours wasted by the mere fact that they’re not spent with you, my heart’s cry pushes and struggles. It is not out of selfishness or greed that my heart asks for...