November 5th, 2005


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if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you & me. it can be anything you want, either good or bad.

when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog & be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

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Flaming Rockets...

I feel very sad and lonesome today. I'm completely lacking in creativity, for starters.
Nearly every night, I seem to be dreaming about rich people in expensively sterile surroundings, taking drugs, swilling champagne, etc.
There's a lovely old-fashioned bonfire in the churchyard over the road. They don't seem to have them on Clapham Common any more. I think it's illegal nowadays. Giant sparklers and rockets and all sorts of blow-uppy spectacles are in progress, though. Living in a tower block has its moments.
Watched Dreyer's DAY OF WRATH. Not quite as freakily stunning as ORDET, but fascinating stuff.
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