10/18/00

I always tell Romeo when I open the door...there is no world out there....there is no world. Q, J2, and I just finished watching Splendor in the Grass. That mantra now takes on a whole new meaning.

I wish my parents told me how complicated life really is? I grew up on too many movies I think. My sense of love and life is distorted and twisted. Then there is the wonderful magic of being my spastic self...unique to the point of insanity.

Speaking of insanity. U2's new album, I am sure will drive me nearer. I swear Bono knows me much too well for his and my own good. For instance, Walk On a fucking chapter out of the Birdwell Book. I am sure this will drive me to turn the cd into a frisbee...I tend to throw things when I get "upset." (Many U2 bio's did the superman trick). Here's a slice of the song for your reading enjoyment.

And I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
You can only take so much

Walk on
Walk on

Home
Hard to know what it is
If you never had one

Home
I can't say where it is
But I know I'm going

Home
That's where the heart is

I guess Home is in my pocket,...that's where I keep it safe.

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