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By Misti Date: 2002 Mar 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.27.04.58.13826]] |
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"Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death." ~Rosalind Russell, "Auntie Mame" no. I can't squelch it. the hunger is deeper than you can imagine and it can't be bribed with grilled shrimp and Foster's. The sadness is legendary, bad ass, like Bette Davis. everyone simply adores Bette Davis... in theory. But life is so much bigger than 8x10 glossies. riding around this desert oasis I look at the Sandias and feel nada. and the yawning bluest sky is pointless. Wonderful shopping and eating and drinking opportunities and no refineries or rednecks, at least not the kind we left behind in East Texas. and that's a very good thing. I can make collages and read Sweet Valley High books and Movieline magazine. i can watch classic video rentals. "Sunset Boulevard"/"Auntie Mame"/"Key Largo" I can put on my sexy/retarded femme fatale turquoise blue wig and scarlet feather boa and Hindu tank and Christmas pajama pants and big furry purple slippers and liquid eyeliner and red Elizabeth Arden matte lipstick and pose for pictures in our new apartment. i can make love to you by disco light while a nun sings arias on the stereo. but I will always be starving staring through the window at the display I can't touch. maybe at the moment of death I will at last break the glass. |