Barley water works O.K. when you are feeling contrite, but it isn't so much good when you begin, once again, to fill with desire. And when I want, I want so much. Right now it is simply "more."
"I want more life, fucker!" Roy Batty tells his god and father, Dr. Tyrell in "Blade Runner"just before he crushes his skull.
"More," says the fat gourmand in "The Meaning of Life" just before he takes one more bite and explodes.
I am like that now.
But what I am getting and what I must have more of is less. It is the cycle of "things." You know. Life. Nature. The Cosmos. Roulette Wheels and Dice Games.
I can't even bring myself to tell you what I want. It is surely shameful. It must remain unspoken. It is desire without a name.
Here is another of the Impossible 8x10 pics. The Impossible Girls.
And things of that sort. Discuss among yourselves.
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