whats up motherfuckers?
I’ve got one thing to say:
fuck fassbinder.
and fuck that headshrinker too. man I’m marchin in there tonight and telling him he dropped the ball. he isn’t my friend. he isn’t even some droopy eyed dried-up lush at the bar putting up with me spilling my guts, patiently waiting until I’m done showing my wounds so he can show me his. the only reason scrawny doc dude is gonna hang in there is cuz I’m paying him. and that’s a cold comfort, if it’s a comfort at all.
and love. pfffff. I doubt I really used that word. I like what Andy Warhol said--when you say you love someone or something it really means you want to BE that person or that thing.
"for example", he said, "I love plastic idols."
well, I love the world trade center.
aurore
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