Visceral. What a raw word. I love it, the feeling of it in my mouth, like a thin piece of raw meat, warm and tasting of iron. It rolls down my tongue and out of my mouth, a silk sheet sliding off of the bed.
Speaking of the word visceral, I turn to my inside. My kindeys seem suspicious, they are like little criminals waiting to be found out. Tomorrow's MRI scan should be telling of what they're up to. I've been having back pains all week, hopefully its nothing serious...
I've been happy with my recent success with my short film, but I want to do another one...The ideas I have are too big for the time in my life right now, so I must simplify... I want to do a music video, but my father keeps insisting I need to create another original piece, something that I can put on a reel...But I argue that a music video CAN be just that...
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