Wednesday, August 24, 2011

THE WAY WE WERE








Sometimes there is a fine line between creating fiction in your moment to moment existence, and believing that your own family are really freaks and pedophiles, and... that the strangers you meet are the actual warm wonderful friends.


You know that when you fall in love for real, it will take you to some Island of obscurities and every palm tree that got planted in the general vicinity will be your living mantra for a week.



Being subdivided as a species is very confusing..We need love and affection, but yet we hate to be told what to do.


Love our neighbours wives, but yet, are hugs alright?



Strange stuff.. Some days your uncle could champion you , and then turn out to be the main muffled character in his own personal version of William Friedkins Cruising.




It's not always cut and dry....... Love my girl.(I do)..Concerned about my families future, as they age and degenerate. I am..As the Buddhists taught us....getting ready to mourn.



However as some of the greats have reiterated, time doesn't really exist and all of our worries and tribulations are actually completely meaningless. Who the FK knows..


I worry about the millions of these innocent animals that wonder the earth in vain. Nothing could be more sad than the wild dogs of Asia

Its a strange and tense time.



Love you my lovely special girlfriend Julie and wish the best for you too Meegwun.




I always wanted to be Robert Redford and then he got older and started Sundance...Eloquently.



Sydney Pollack from Eyes Wide Shut has his eyes permanently wide shut now..Will we ever get back to the way we were?.. Let's move on and appreciate the moments.



And Ian you crazy artist from Queens, still love you too.


And just when you thought that this crazy metaphor of mammoth proportions was too much for any newborn child...You realize that there is always the last poignant scene of THE SUMMER OF 42. Living on, if you need to access the beauty and sadness...




Let's get the kids off of their ipods and cellphones and back into anything that resembles, camaraderie and spiritualism .......This will take more than a village.


Oh and when I finally hit 40, I hope all of this will change and I will become and pragmatic optomist

























RICK



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