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maybe it was 9th grade when i was turned on to the quick write...just keep writing she said..if you cant think of anything just repeat the last word over and over again again again again, unilt your mind puts words together in your brain and channels them down to the fingers to encourage them to string them together on the paper. no erase...no rewind, miss spell...just..write...and so i wrote, and mostly said nothing, but sometimes the gears would shift and maybe i had something to say....it always goes back to .,...as i stepped out in to the bright sunlight, from the darkness of the movie theater, i only had two things on my mind...paul newman, and a way home...i am paraphrasing, but i think i got pretty close...some how this one phrase is the standard that has been layed down. i cant remember a book, since reading the outsiders where the very first sentence made me fall in love with the characters.
i didnt know then that she was oklahoma. the opening scene to the movie is one of the first streets i had ever lived on, denver. well, even 11th becsause i was in a motel there for a month or so before i was in a place. i look around now, my apartment containing *stuff* is a leap from my life out of a suitcase. suitcase suitcase suitcase, the stream of concious has ocd it seems.
im tired...im tired...im tired. i dont some people truly understand the meaning of these two words...its like a soaked to the bone biting winter ache. heavy head, dull heart. the silence of the night is noisy...keep the mind occupied until the eyes refuse to remain opened. some days thats just how it is.
today was quiet. after zoe left for janes i dont think i said more than 30 words. i could live as a deaf person.
i should be watching ray donnavan.
quick write...complete....el oh el.
