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What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff— I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.


A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?

Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Nothing much happens during the days that it rains...It keeps raining. And that night, after I get three of the weird silent phone calls, I break a glass by throwing it against the wall. No one comes in to see what the sound was. Then I lie on the bed, awake, take 20 milligrams of Valium to come off the coke, but it doesn't get me to sleep. I turn MTV off and the radio on, but KNAC won't come on so I turn the radio off and stare out across the Valley and look at the canvas of neon and fluorescent lights lying beneath the purple night sky and I stand there, nude, by the window, watching the clouds pass and then I lie on my bed and try to remember how many days I've been home and then I get up and pace the room and light another cigarette and then the phone will ring. This is how the nights are when it rains.

"You know what I think when I'm this close to another body? I think one day at one moment...this body that I'm holding in my arms will stop breathing...stop living. Just...stop. One day you'll happen upon my name in the obits and you'll remember this moment when we were so close."

CellarDoor.

Point is, what's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid look exactly like a certain insect so the insect is drawn to this flower, its double, its soul mate, and wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after the insect flies off, spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. I mean, how could they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it does. By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live -- how the only barometer you have is your heart. How, when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way.

Have you met Archimedes? The one with the black spots, you see? You remember Archimedes of Syracuse, eh? The king asks Archimedes to determine if a present he's received is actually solid gold. Unsolved problem at the time. It tortures the great Greek mathematician for weeks - insomnia haunts him and he twists and turns in his bed for nights on end. Finally, his equally exhausted wife - she's forced to share a bed with this genius - convinces him to take a bath to relax. While he's entering the tub, Archimedes notices the bath water rise. Displacement, a way to determine volume, and that's a way to determine density - weight over volume. And thus, Archimedes solves the problem. He screams "Eureka" and he is so overwhelmed he runs dripping naked through the streets to the king's palace to report his discovery.

Our apartment was so small, that mother made me play in the oven. Late at night I would listen to the voices of the American masters, Tony Tennille, Debby Boone, Anne Murray who was actually a Canadian working in the American idiom. And then there were the crypto-homo rockers: Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, David Bowie who was actually an idiom working in America and Canada. These artists, they left as deep an impression on me as that oven rack did on my face. To be an American in muskrat love, soft as an easy chair not even the chair, I am I said, have I never been mellow? And the colored girls sing... doo do doo do doo do doo... but never with the melody. How could I do it better than Tony or Lou... HEY BOY, TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE!

destruction, after all, is a form of creation
80's music, alice in wonderland, american beauty, angry beavers, apple juice, babies, baths, beauty and the beast, being kissed, being sad, better than ezra, black t-shirts, boxer shorts, boy meets world, boys, bret easton ellis, buying books, cameras, candy, caper, cats, ccr, cheers, cherry coke, chocolate, choir, christmas, christmas songs, chuck palahniuk, clarissa explains it all, coloring books, computers, concerts, craft fairs, crayons, crying, darren aronofsky, david bowie, disney, disney princesses, disney world, dogs, donnie darko, dresses, drew carey show, drive ins, driving, driving in the summer, dumbledore, edward scissor hands, english, evil dead, eyes, fall, fight club, flowers, glasses, go karts, good music, green day, green eyes, gum, halloween, harry potter, hockey, hugs, igby goes down, jd sallinger, johnney depp, kevin smith, kissing, kissing in the rain, labyrinth, laughing, lazer tag, learning, lemonade, literature, love, mallrats, markers, milk, monsters inc, mountains, muggles, nick at nite, night shift, nora jones, ocean, olive garden, pasta, peanut butter, penguins, pete and pete, pi, pictures, poetry, posters, prom, queen, quilts, rain, reading, rocko's modern life, rupert grint, salute your shorts, saved by the bell, scrapbooking, scratching, screaming, shannyn sossamon, shaving, showers, singing, sixteen candles, skirts, sleeping, smallville, spiderman, stickers, super nintendo, swimming, tetris, the breakfast club, tom cruise, trapolines, trick-or-treating, vanilla wafers, veggie tales, video arcades, water, writing, zack morris

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