Saturday, November 25, 2006

La Vida es Dolor.

The Old Queer squirm on a lime stone bench in Chapultepec (Indian adolescents walk by, arms around each others' neck and ribs), strain his dying flesh to occupy young ass and thighs, tight balls and hard spurting cocks. A boy turn, grin at him and yell "Que tal, chief?", their boy innocence aching whip across his sagging buttocks and drooping loins. He scream, an enigmatic Sybil with dark glasses and grey face. Piss blood warm on his withered thighs.

I set my pen down on my notebook and look at the clock on the cafe wall. There was a vato at the counter giving me the eye and I delineated a vague good impression like something half seen from a bus window - back from the screaming, shuddering sickness, everything so sharp and clear it hurts, suddenly smeared with grey smoke - the clock had jumped ahead like the time will after 4pm even for a sick junky - and I don't want to know about him or anybody...

"Pepe." I mouth the name silently finish my coffee and cigarette - cross the frontera; take a late train to downtown San Diego and catch a screening of Alejandro González Iñárritu's Babel.

Review: This movie is definitely a thinker. It'll twist your mind - scare your mind - truly wake your mind in such deep ways. Definitely a smartly made movie and refreshing. Some scenes may seem long but all intentional. You delve into each character's thoughts during these detailed scenes. Babel will expose the many differences in these modern day civilizations and display one gigantic uniformity that each has always had. The story is one artistically woven masterpiece that you will definitely be talking about on the way back home. Detailed was this movie. Inspiring for sure. Walked out knowing it will be remembered and will be worthy of Oscar winning for best picture, director, and screen play. It will walk away with all.

Outside the cinema counted the feria and put the plan in motion - long wait in Vinnies - pain and suffering for that Central American venture - now in la-la-land all is feasible. Attain some sort of employment and into regiment - keep vigilant, stay focused. If and only with the hopes that my guardian angel would get up offa his fat an lazy ass...cause bad times ahead.

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