new games
December 03, 2007
echos.
millions.
saying the same thing.
gawd do we want to be unique. but we already are. there is only one of you.
snow on the ground. 6am sunday morning. i'm the first person in all of brooklyn to walk on it. or so i'd like to believe. please leave me my dreams.
sleep last night. first in a week. dreams keep me from sleeping.
i'm not telling you what you already don't know. but maybe i just need to hear it. type it.
me and paul giamatti in the elevator today. he forgot to push his floor button. speaking of the button gods.
what's in a song. why do you get goose bumps when you hear the first point zero two nine seconds of the song. because its beaten into your head? not anymore. because you and that song had a steamy love affair over dry bean coffee and the world wide web.
i want to create love affairs while dreaming when i'm awake talking to paul giamatti about how to make good movies that involve spanish wines in the snow.
famous last words. self-occupational-termination. now.
listen to hard-fi = good music.
millions.
echos.
