why is it that a movie can define my life? writers who dont know anything but at actors who couldnt give a fuck. how does this work? life? anything? its a cycle that you get sucked up into. when you really think about it, i suppose its the collective unconcious that makes us all the same. maybe its a distant memory that draws us all together; makes us think alike. whatever it is, its something bigger than us all and sure as hell likes to fuck with us like we're ants under a magnifying glass. like we could poof! up in flames at any second, everything is gone. everything we know and hold dear. how does it all work ...laur