From 6a7525dc1562493c7e6cf362704c507fb7349d62 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "luxagraf@d84aab57-1f5e-0410-8062-aca21c2a36dd" Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2008 04:42:59 +0000 Subject: nothing --- ch1/cuts.txt | 17 +++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 17 insertions(+) (limited to 'ch1') diff --git a/ch1/cuts.txt b/ch1/cuts.txt index e66a6c3..d4f6a63 100644 --- a/ch1/cuts.txt +++ b/ch1/cuts.txt @@ -1,3 +1,20 @@ +Slice life like bread gets stale faster -- music gets rid of voice -- guitar retires -- faster newer smaller stuff -- emotional plague hits west coast -- thousands lost -- Mayan caper inferred -- ancient city found -- new reality tunnel finished -- down the driveway -- next to the old rabbit hole -- heads on tails -- significantly more anxious -- needed every day -- sweeter than this -- + + + + +From: Dean O'Leary +To: sil@kali.org +Subject: + + + + + + + + + Mexico City: I remember Mexico City in a hazy, brown, discolored way, but it's not the smog-scenes of dust, carbon excrement overlaying each other-a photomontage of choking, exhausted skies. In flickering stills, twenty four frames per second, here and there a frame or two missing, little glitches...jagged cut to a subway shot, brown faces black hair ... lay on top an image of pyramid excavation, digging up to solve the Mayan Caper... years ago, you understand... she was standing right next to me and then...a warm, sweet smelling cab and my father said, "Hey, look-a Kentucky Fried Chicken," a kaleidoscope of disappointment and guilt... the shock of fried chicken. Everything focusing into the sun; burnt in fantastical visions-not fear in the sense of a threat, much worse, a lingering in the back of the mind occasionally eliciting a paralysis that haunts indefinitely, then fades again in the face of day to day activities-it's all going to stop someday. It's a fear that leaves you like a -- cgit v1.2.3-70-g09d2