I saw a flick tonight and on the walk home realized Damn, I live my life like a movie. It's a romance comedy where the heroine can't quite decide who she's gonna save, the villain aint yet mentioned, and the bad guys where masks of kindness. My storyline unfolds... Behold: I let Thoughts drive me home tonight as I took a seat in the back and daydreamed in a drunken state of confusion and a fear of disillutionment. I tried talking to Common Sense, but Mind, he just don't bother with me. So I gave up and let him fill the space between sound. God was he loud. I asked if he'd shut up a minute; He didn't answer but kept on spinning me dizzy, driving me crazy-- And by this point I was really gone, Lips slurring and lazy. Can't express myself properly so I'll just create my own vocabularly: I feel symbolicimistic, perpealimistic, obsticnisent and brack. That's raw, ladies and gentlmen. So there I was, bewildered in the back seat of my own Mind, head full of Mind without control, Ears clogged of sound without source. Window's cracked a smidge; brings in fresh air and a loud noise that dulls out my head ache. And what was it that Mind kept jabbering about? Love and marriage, today and tomorrow, past and present, experienced and expected... a jumble of cliche's, really. Concsiously, i realized this: The more I laugh and draw to Them, the more, I find, I'm missing You. God I hope that wasn't what tonight was all about... Prose: Had a brutal work day--swamped, all day long--finally got to some xmas shopping, met Josh and Aaron in Tempe to see Rent, enjoyed two long walks (not on a beach, unfortunately), and then all hell broke loose in my head, producing that load of trash above. The sense of it, I don't know; I think far more than I talk and I rarely understand what I'm thinking. (Ok, maybe that's not entirely true...) Carrie (apologies for the...yeah...)