I'd never been a fan of Michael Douglas. A fine actor, yes. An interesting personality, sure. But something about the man made my skin crawl, like the thought of having one's teeth rubbed with a fine grit nail file. My eyelashes are desperately trying to meet as I type,(more) because for some God forsaken reason, dad decided to put on Behind the Candelabra. Okay, maybe he's a little less horrifying with blowout hair and eyeliner, but still what an unsettling man.
Today began with a continental brunch of sorts put on by my dad's apartment complex. Hell of a sight, watching your 50 year old dad act like he's 70. He shook hands, man did he shake hands. It was odd watching him crawl between leather bags and a whole slew of George Carlin on vacation look-a-likes like a king amongst peasants.
And just like that, Michael Douglas gets a closeup. That eye liner. That creepy, creaky, voice. I'm guessing he's gonna hook up with Matt Damon now. Jesus. (less)
In an evening of summer blue
As the light quietly declines,
Dreaming, I allow the cool breeze
To touch my bare skin.
Allow my thoughts to drift to you,
(more) To love, to rest upon your naked smile.
I do not catch the words, the hills have whispered to the valley,
As my eyes catch the last ray of light
Slipping into the darkness.
If just in my head, your laughter, like champagne bubbles
Surrounding me; intoxicating.
Laughing at me, as I chase you down the rustic path,
As I am forever following.
Seventeen, and we knew nothing of love or life
But, the wine never tasted so sweet
Against the hallway
Cruel in purpose
(more) As malicious smiles
Wander in whispers
As the story travels
The main character
Until the gossip
Have left all truth behind
And the main character
Has no idea
Who they are
As tears stream down
And laughter resounds.(less)