My Personal Biopic, in Black and White
It’s tonight again, presently well past midnight, and I have accomplished as much as anyone can in one day, am now too tired to read anything, and unfortunately, have no new movies to watch, so must relegate myself to this— the endless saga, more boring than an Andy Warhol film— “Sleep”—for example, And I don’t want to sleep!!! So I’m here again. Actually, I’m always here, shackled to my seat in the same screening room, nothing more than my own darkened skull, the concession stand selling only Scotch and ice, which I buy, suck on, bread and water, you know, but man cannot...
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