Sunday, January 13, 2008

disappointment 534

Know how when you break into a run, and maybe you're smashing through some foliage and your heart is thumping like a half a dozen kids going to town on those whack-a-moles, it's wild and wonderful and then -- you realize it. Something's missing.

The drums. There aren't any drums. No great crashing music. No personal soundtrack. And suddenly, it's pretty boring.

Goddamn movies. They ruin everything.

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In summing up, I wish I had some kind of affirmative message to leave you with. I don't. Would you take two negative messages?
-- Woody Allen