It has been some time that I haven't wanted to see the film BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN. My friends had rented it this evening, and I actually did want to see it although I have been mostly bedridden these past couple of days. The film started with panning vistas and point-of-view shots from the main characters who barely spoke for the first 20 minutes or so. This is where I stopped watching and had to go. I will watch this film--really watch it.
The initial sexual tension of BROKE BACK left much to be desired for my broken heart. Yes, my lover of two and a half months are at an impasse. Perhaps this is why my lungs have been thrashed with this bronchitis I've had. Thankfully, the actual pain in my heart smothers the inner sea its own outpourings. (I was supposed to see the play "Tis Pity She's a Whore' this past Sunday.
I want to make black cats my somewhere on my body or in film or paint. They are great healers. Buddie Vacant took care of me this weekend. He's otherwise known as Punk Chunky.
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