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Oct. 29th, 2001
There's a lady named Autumn outside my window. She's wrapped in leaves and wisps of wood-smoke. A brisk air blows through her auburn hair and her skin tastes of caramel apples and cider. I'd love to go outside and sit with her, converse with the full moon, but I have things to do. Always things to do.
Luckily, the drive home let me smell her burning embers and brisk night air for a bit. It will do for now, but I know I will have to take advantage of her company as much as possible. Even in Southern California, she visits and departs every year.
(I'll leave that, just as a testament to my geekiness.)
So, I saw it again. I know it seems that I'm going overboard in my enthusiasm for this movie, but to me, it's damn near perfect. It serves as inspiration and it pushes my mind-buttons.
( Possible Donnie Darko Spoilers )
Luckily, the drive home let me smell her burning embers and brisk night air for a bit. It will do for now, but I know I will have to take advantage of her company as much as possible. Even in Southern California, she visits and departs every year.
(I'll leave that, just as a testament to my geekiness.)
So, I saw it again. I know it seems that I'm going overboard in my enthusiasm for this movie, but to me, it's damn near perfect. It serves as inspiration and it pushes my mind-buttons.
( Possible Donnie Darko Spoilers )