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[11 Aug 2007|05:28pm] |
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Werewolf. Were’s the key word there? I have never actually been one, didn’t have time to. I could start the story by saying it was a dark night, it was raining, the weight of the world over my shoulders as I was skulking the empty alleys, alone, fear had left me long before when I had thought about pondering suicide. I didn’t have the guts to actually do something, I knew somewhere inside that it was just an act, a very well-staged and moving act but nothing more than that. No matter. I did go out alone at three in the morning as a follow up, I really didn’t feel like I could care if someone attacked me or not. This is how the story begins? Not my story, not all of it that is. This is the story of how I came to be one of the rarest specimens on earth and hell, how I came to be a girl-next door monster… or hero. I still don’t give much thought to that, I’ve proudly become too dandy since the transformation: wouldn’t you be? Mythic. Super powers. Hunter. Eerie.
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[11 Aug 2007|05:26pm] |
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Azione. Mi sono stampata il pezzo che ho trovato e glielo leggo. E’ vero? Domando come faccio a sapere che non mi sta prendendo in giro se è così bravo e lui risponde che non me lo può provare. ‘You’re acting too.’ They said they "could never catch him acting." In fact, for a while he did a good job of fooling the producers into thinking he was somewhat like the dimwit he played as he often remained in character between shots. They were genuinely surprised to discover that he was such an articulate, intelligent person.
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[11 Aug 2007|05:23pm] |
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Pazza pazza pazza pazza se ci penso ancora un po’ magari divento normale e se continuo a opporre pazza normale forse ci credo anche io che è normale. Ma non c’era qualcuno che diceva: è negli occhi di chi guarda? E se sono tutti ciechi. Devo smetterla di fare il bagno col whisky ma l’atmosfera vittoriana aiuta e si che non sono nemmeno in Inghilterra, quasi, Los Angeles è la patria del fake quindi posso pensare di essere dove mi pare. Classico, toc toc, ma quando la smetterà la gente di usare le onomatopee. Chi è? No, non italiano, ferma. ‘Come in?’ ‘That a question?’ ‘Don’t know, my sense of.. of.. could be different from yours’ Se mi interessasse direi che parlo come uno dei Sopranos, o DeNiro, nah, come il pizzaiolo di Lilly e il Vagabondo, ma cosa mi è saltato in testa di venire qui a vivere, non hanno nemmeno un monumento che sia più vecchio del supermercato vicino casa mia. Cut.
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| 30 @ Alcatraz Milan, silly review |
[16 Jun 2007|01:43pm] |
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SetList:
- A Beautiful Lie
- Battle Of One
- From Yesterday
- Savior
- The Mission
- Was It A Dream?
- The Stranger (intro)
- The Kill
- The Fantasy
- A Modern Myth (Jared Solo)
- Capricorn (Jared Solo)
- Oblivion (jared solo)
- Echelon (jared solo)
- some indefinite jam with the whole band
- Buddha For Mary
- Attack
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