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You're Lois Lane.....they'll let you in.

July 13th, 2006 (07:43 am)

I'm watching that damn movie.

finishing it, from nights ago...........

We save our Hero, in this film.

I want her to stay with Cyclops.

The stuff of dreams, more often called nightmares.................

Where am I.
Who am I.

And Jaq
and Bill
and maybe Ben.....

can understand me.

In the Dream, one is every character.

I'm watching that damn movie.
I'm half asleep.

Who is Superman?

That child will never love me.........
His Mother flinches when I am near.

I ache for his Father.
Kiss him when he is asleep.

My heart is so full.
And it hurts so much.

It is good........to finally FEEL.

So many Heroes.
Williams' sound track ringing in my ears..........

So much in front of me.

Ugly Journal entry.
Tired Post.

Who am I.

I only wear my glasses when I am here.

I lock this post, so I can talk.

I saw him today, but he couldn't see me.
We....did we kiss?
I want Him.

We didn't kiss.

Dead man's voice, on a stolen DVD.
All from the ether.

Richard saves Superman.

My Comic Books.............

My strange religion.

Am I the child?
The lover who has not joined with Lois...
Am I Lois?
Am I Clark.

We build gods to sustain ourselves.
To understand ourselves.

Listen to stories.......to understand our own.

TELL stories, to make our own make sense.

I am leaning over to watch the scene where he falls through space.......
Hits the ground.


It's just Life.
A simple simple life.......a Western Life.
So easy.

WHY does it feel so complicated?

We are given too much time, to think about it.

Sculpt and paint and.........think about it.

Too much time.

And we call it culture.

I'm tired and drunk.
I have enough time to numb myself.

I have enough time to worry about SUPERMAN.

My favourite Great Aunt......is named Lois.
She lost her flower shop in KATRINA.
My Father was a delivery boy there when he was a teenager.
I spent all my summers there, I learned to use a cash register there.
A real one, from the 40's--I had to do math.
I can actually count back change.

(and won an award at CM for most perfect till)

50 years, that shop was in our Family.

It still is.

Because of a very strong Lois.

If you go to Long Beach Mississippi--You'll get your flowers THERE.

*grabs the remote*


Tooled back, the point...where Richard saves him?

(scene 20)


I love this place.
I talk myself down.

Ben is on the drive now, headed for "The computer machine factory".........
I wish I could bite his ears.

and every thing.................................

You're Lois Lane, they'll let you in.

I suppose, I know who I am.


Posted by: Orin (rin_o)
Posted at: July 13th, 2006 03:11 pm (UTC)

i can never read a damn thing you put down.

still, the bits between the words are nice.

Posted by: Paul E. Burns IV (pxdick)
Posted at: July 14th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)

What rotten typecasting for that fellow, to be "the other guy"

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