My secret's my enzyme.
So I noticed this afternoon that my bird Jerry did another sculpture for me. He pecks his bread. He makes hearts and stuff on a slice of bread at the bottom of the cage. I feed him broccoli and green leaf lettuse because it’s healthier for a canary, sometimes my mom feels sorry for him and puts a slice of bread in his cage thinking he need to carbo load so he can sit all day in his cage singing to female canary that isn’t even present. Anyway, so today she put in an English muffin which is round and in the middle he pecked a circle. It’s the alchemical sign of the sun, a circle with a dot in it, like the Target logo, super GREAT stuff. So then I sat down and watched the first half of the Changling, sort of identified with Angelina’s character, presented with the wrong sun then as a cover-up by the corrupt police, basically accused of being crazy and sent to a mental hospital. I turned it off when the doctor suggested she was changing her story. As I was watching it I thought, “Oh, I could do a thing where I connect Morrissey with her son because he said “What difference does it make?” when peing pushed into a police car and ME with Christine, the mom who everyone thinks is crazy, but I got to thinking…it’s these connections that imprison me. It’s this struggle, me trying to convince you guys that imprisons me because THAT’S the story that sells, this forcing me to believe and yearn and pine and you know what?
f*** it. All of you can f*** off as far as I feel.
It's a shame too because it looks like a really good movie. Maybe I'll finish it.
i think you need to seduce a man and let out a lot of frustration. you can do it.