carnival San Francisco— tell me why Arizona immigration would have a field day here?
Hyun-Jin laid there silently hoping that someone would talk to her. She hadn’t spoken to a stranger before. It was her first time outside the house hold. She was never allowed out, for her parents, her entire family feared that she would get lost or hurt.
The city was buzzing with noise— what city isn’t? The people, walking fast and with, what seemed to be mindless intent, somewhere. But she wasn’t paying attention to them in particular, no, she was allowing and letting the overwhelming city enter her body. The sounds of chatter, foot-steeps, cars, everything. She hoped that someone would question her, wonder why she was laying in the middle of the walk way. But no one approached her for hours. Everyone would walk around her, over her, or stop, to then walk around her— passing her by as an obstacle to somewhere.
The cold cement touched her bare skin, sending chills throughout her body— raising what little hair she had on her body. She can smell the fresh cooked meals from the restaurants and the gasoline from roaring buses. The music from the violin across the littered street played tunes that reminded her of peace— messy peace which is only ever found in a city. Her senses were keen. The droppings of coins onto the cement floor ringed.
Around 2am in the morning I started the film The Taoist Wizard and stayed up till 5am to finish the dam thing. One of the things I hate about myself is my inability to stop a film in the middle, even if my eyes are dying, no, yearning to close. With that said, I have a bad habit of convincing myself that I will start a film, stop half- way through, or twenty minutes in, but fail to do so. So, the film is good and I enjoyed it a lot!
Here is a symposis of the film from a site;
500 Years Ago in the Chosun Dynasty. The Pipe of the prophecy has fallen into the evil hands of the goblins, propelling the world into a whirlwind of disorder. The ancient Taoist wizards turn to the greatest ascetics of their time, the Master and Hwadam for help in vanquishing the goblins and trust each wizard with one half of the Pipe. Meanwhile, the Master’s rascal student Woochi tricks the king with the art of transformation and creates a fiasco, which makes the three Taoist wizards and Hwadam visit the Master. But the Master has been murdered and his half of the Pipe is missing! By taking his master’s pipe out to the market streets, Woochi has been pushed into a corner, ultimately getting sealed into a painting along with his trusty dog, Chorangyi.
Wowowee is ruled by males. The females only play a submissive role, which include eye candy for the male rulers.
If you watch the show you will notice that there is one male host, the focus of the show, and then there are female supports; and the important thing about these females supports are their pretty bodies, sexy face, and tight, or elegant cloths— it is showbiz after all.
The dancers on the show are notably females and barely wearing anything. You’d think after the dance they were going to the beach, or came from the beach. Point is, they have no cloths on, okay overstatement.
You know nothing of the heart. You understand nothing about two people having a thing for each other. Your shit is childish because your heart is young and secure. Your heart has not bled yet, you may think so, but your mind is still immature.
Everything about you childish romance— even calling it a romance is degrading the word romance, which in truth should only ever be used when there is something that is even slightly true— your childish crap is stupid.
Your ego gets in the way. Get over yourself! You don’t know shit, wait all that you know about love is shit.
Fuck off. I’m smoking the last cigarette I have and I want to be alone.
My copy of Closer is damage. My world is just a little more boring, a little less dirty.
“You’re bloody gorgeous.”