1. Saturday, October 12, 2002

    the stars were out last night. did you see them? 

    speeding through the heavens, spinning at dizzying rates. not saying a thing but sending us a message at one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second. here i am. here i am. here i am. the opposite of an s-o-s. or is it?

    they say the brightest stars shine strongest right before they die. same goes for flowers. same goes for lies.

    what do you do when you get everything you want she asked me like i was qualified. what do i have? and she said me. twirling with velvet revolutions like a deadhead during space arms out with perfect body language blonde hair twinkling with the glitter of spilt moondust.

    went to the grove to see adam sandlers punch drunk love but it was sold out so we saw igby goes down and were amazed.

    best movie ive seen in a really long time she told me as we flew away to a better place, and i agreed.

    jeff goldblum stole the show and i love it when people steal the show. claire danes looks like shes been fighting a hundred years war and i couldn’t believe how well ryan phillipe has so many different ways to play an asshole.

    black comedy they call a movie like that and its one of the only times where it’s a positive thing to have black as an adjective i told her.

    she said what about my black ferrari?

    i said what about my free ferrari?

    she said what about my first ferrari?

    i said what about my spare ferrari?

    we didn’t fly to my bungalow or the beach house we just kept going higher and higher until we reached the place where prayers are sorted into the thanks and the wants.

    thank you for this incredible girl.

    thank you for this amazing life.

    please let me pass chemistry.

    if you get me out of this shit i promise i’ll never do it again.

    and the prayers kept coming in and the demons had to sort them and they wanted to send them to the wrong place but they couldn’t and that pissed them off more and they suffered and we watched and there was popcorn and there was another culkin tearing up the screen.

    what do you do when your dreams come true whispered a cherub on a smoke break exhaling a long stream of pleasant dreams.

    savor it replied the blue sky.

    remember it said the dead.

    hanging upside down from heaven blowing bubbles that end up as dew

    what do you say when they question your sincerity

    tell em nothing in here is true.