:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Thursday, August 08, 2002 ::

"Apropos: it's all very well, this instruction of her's to look at the thing close up; to look at it dead straight between the eyes; an unflinching and honest stare, a meticulous inspection that would go beyond the heart of the matter to its marrow, beyond the marrow to the root--but the question is how far back do you want? how far will do? The old American question: what do you want--blood? Most probably more than blood is required: whispers aside; lost conversations; medals and photographs; lists and certificates, yellowing paper bearing the faint imprint of brown dates. Back, back, back. Well, all right, then. Back to...the day when he involuntarily forgot that most fundamental principle of English manners...where they stood, their ice-pinched toes resting in the same black boots scattered with the same dust...It was a past tense, future perfect kind of night...where if you think you have found two men the same among that multitude, then you are mistaken. It is merely a trick of the moonlight..."
excerpt: White Teeth

movie to see twice(soley based on the fact that you will not understand it the first time around): Snatch

Days till ISU: 8

Currently feeling: content

i really dont have anything to say....just felt like posting...waiting for my ma to get home from the grocery store and my brother from work to see if he wants to go running...

on cold days a man can see his breath, on a hot day he cant. on both occasions, the man breathes.

stellar lady:: Anonymous 5:54 PM [+] ::
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