Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A pile of torn paper seemed promising.
This isn't true.
Not that I expect my saying so to have any resonance or meaning for anyone.
The difficulties of a jobless (and very sick) man, who's only claim to fame was a little film with a single, jarring 9/11 reference, can not come to grips with what many perceive to be the real world outside their own shell of reality.
Sakura tried to get me back on my feet. That little bastard, Thad, only wants to defeat me (?), and all I want is a semblance of my life back.
It isn't just a film. It was a piece of my life that was grabbed away from me and shattered on the ground!
Work on the second has provoked my downfall.
What started out as a simple experiment has gotten drastically out of hand, alas, eventually failed.
I never asked for help.
I ask for answers.