Taylor- Does he know that you are in love with him?
Johnathan- What?
Taylor- You don't even know yet?
Johnathan-That?
Taylor- You are in love with him...
~Chorus Boys in Love, L. Oberon
I wrote these few lines the other day. That's it for me. They sound like something I have heard. I don't know. What the hell is this play about other than a love rectangle. How boring is that. My last play was about time and why do we exist, and wtf questions. How can I go from deep to fluff? But you know, I do that with movies all the time. I watch very deep movies and then throw in fluff. I guess that is what we all do.
As you can see I am avoiding everything today. Including the whole damn Pat Robertson Crap. You are a bad, bad, bad man, maybe not as bad as Jerry Falwell, but very bad none the less. I pitty you. For you know no love or tolerance.
Thanks for the shout out Babs, I miss you.
I feel like just sitting here and putting this passage in front of me just to stare at it.
Just to look and say what the hell. Where do I go from here. The choose your own adventure of my life showing me which choices lead where.
The problem is, I can't look ahead so much. I can only look as far as my eye can see.
Pity, party of one...
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