I'm exhausted, tired, almost done reading "Orlando". I go to sub a beginner's class. I sit for Bound Lotus. I go to see the movie "Great Directors", and fall in love with Agnés Vardàs speech patterns...David Lynch is so strange...The Rabbits, Inland Empire, Lost Highway, dark, dark, dark...All those nights watching these movies in the past under coercion. With that monster asking me did I know what the word "covet" meant, or "coerced"? Little did I know that he coveted my happiness and was coercing me into giving it to him. The spider~ sucking my insides out.
I'm home. My head feels like a war-zone. When will the bulldozer come? I just want to read about nothing.
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