For some reason, I was in M. Night Shamamlan's the Village this morning right before I woke up. And boy, was it ever disturbing. I mean what the hell was he thinking? Staging a damn near three hour long movie where they speak in old english, are completely absorbed in each other's emotions and every spoken word/gesture has meaning. If life were still like that most of us would go mad trying to comprehend it all. I suppose the superficial level of polite conversation is safe and accepted. Asking people about the weather instead of how they are is safer. Offering a fried sugary snack is more comfortable than offering advice. Offering a smile better than offering a untrained hand of help.
"the road to hell is paved with good intentions"
Indeed. I need a cig. Gotta wash clothes and clean up around here maybe run to a few stores. Anything but think about myself and how fucked I am right now. Stay superficial and shallow...depth is consuming. Depth consumes time, emotions, and spirits like a giant fucking anchor dragging you down into the dark deep abyss of inner thought. That's my new word. Abyss.
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