Estella: Well?

Pip: Well, Miss?

Estella: Am I pretty?

Pip: Yes, I think you are very pretty.

Estella: Am I insulting?

Pip: No. Not so much so as you were Last time.

Estella: Not so much?

Pip: No.

*SLAP*

Estella: Now take that, you coarse little monster. What do you think of me now?

Pip: I shan’t tell you.

saturday night rock star; jammies and 1968 Dark Shadows. #spinster

new vlog

on the the vlogs page

Night falls. I’m not going to the party.

memories, or make believe.
or memories that I tweak and re-direct, into happy ones.

I’m in the air again. I know you like to fly. I do too.
So you’re sitting next to me.

This day in Texas reminded me of those Giessen days.
in passing, smelled the early spring blossoms of a tree
i lowered a branch for you to smell them.

in-flight wifi means i can post a picture of my crotch
and no one will know it’s for you.

to sleep for 100 years.
to wait for a kiss.

Καλημέρα αγάπη μου

Good evening Mr Samaras,

I am very sorry for the loss of your cat. The animal arrived at my clinic with severe pulmonary edema and thromboembolism and unfortunately, despite my efforts, died.

Although many causes may lead to such situation, cardiac dysfunction and thrombosis might me the most likely one. On the other hand, the disease cannot be predicted since it is an acute phenomenon.

Warm regards with all my sympathy,

Dr E. I. Papadogiannakis

Peefee
1999 – 2013

Veronica Lake in front of Paramount studios, mid 60s. For the most part of the 1940s, while under contract with this studio, she was one of the most reliable box office draws in Hollywood.

The day this photo was taken, they wouldn’t let her inside the gate.

I’m so stuffed with humble pie, I couldn’t fit another bite. Or can I? More pie? Ok, pie. Another piece of humble pie. And here I was, thinking I could not fit another piece of humble pie.

Waking up in a stranger’s home. I would have done most anything in my power not to be alone last night, and I kind of did. Had to revisit that sensory memory of those mornings where you wake up, knowing there is someone in the next room already going about their day.

ghosts;

airplane has the wifi.
hi from the sky.

na ekana apto antikeimeno tin peran-pasas-fandasias monaxia, afinondas to LA, epistrefondas sti NYC, nothing waiting but work and responsibilities, na tin valw panw se ena trapezi na tis petame velakia, i na tin kanoume stare contest.

a perfect desert yeehaw location

LA misty moist morning mournings.

Waiting for the flight to Los Angeles. Is there a lonelier place than airports?

θα δοκιμάσω να βγω απ΄το σώμα μου, πες μου αν δεις τίποτα

i’m beyond absofuckinglutely exhausted from being petrifuckingfied twentyfuckingfour hours a fucking day, about everyfuckingthing.

I started taking a little ginkgo biloba to strengthen my memory, typically oxymoronic and directly opposed to my plight to forget.
Two steps forward, two steps back.

i found this picture;
use it to make up a story.

making it work in the real world, is proving more and more difficult.
i’m only good at illusions, paid in monopoly money.