Sunday, May 30, 2010

sixteen

I started watching TRue Blood yesterday. I liked it. I'm ashamed to admit. Saw 3 episodes in the row. I don't usually like Anna Paquin but Sukie (sookie?) is a sorta of likeable character, for a female character. And God knows i hate female charcters. Cause i'm a pig, okay? Liked the genral fuckedupness. But it *is* Alan Ball, after all.

Lazarus, dig yourself, ah, poor Larry!(listening to Nick Cave, obviously)

Is Alan Ball pretentious, or exaggerating, or what?

I was very sad to hear about Dennis Hopper's passing. Rest in peace, and all that. I wonder how Viggo Mortensen received the news. It's sad.

But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
Anyway to cut a long story short, fate finally found him
Mirrors became his torturers, cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corner of their mouthes
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

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