& about movies. how i generally like glorified violence in movies, like james bond style explosions & punches to the face; how i don't ususally get excited about "psychological horror" films, like se7en or the silence of the lambs because i can do better than that in my sleep, literally; but how i really like david lynch's violence, because it is brutal, messy, & awful- people might acuse me of writing floridly about violence but that is sort of the point.
she was looking at my mos eisley poster so i showed her the cantina scene & that made her want to watch star wars, so i put that in but before too long it was sleepy time, because we'd been drinking a little bit & it was late. so she fell asleep on the couch & i called jenny, but she was asleep too! but asleep jenny can be really cute. so i fell asleep, & i had bad jenny dreams, but not prophetic or anything. & right now erica just left. so its all goodmorning vietnam on this cornor of sesame street.
when i was a kid, i guess i was pretty gruesome. i was playing with my gi. joes in the sandbox, making tunnels with paper towel tubes & such like. & since these were the trapped viet cong tunnels, they sent tunnel rat in to check them out. so i ripped tunnel rat's legs off saying that he had triggered a tripwire trap. by this time, though, i had figured out the anatomy of the gi joe dolls, how to attach & detach various limbs & parts. so like a little frankenstein, i made the joe team go on an assassination mission against firefly, cut off his legs, & attached them to tunnel rat. but then tunnel rat joined cobra, because in my world, everyone eventually joins cobra.