by Jason Thomas Kocher January 8th, 2008 - Poetry »
God wears wrath
and the devil can match
The product of two
and their sum removed
One
Clear [...]
by Ratchet January 1st, 2008 - Dream Diaries »
Ratchet’s Dream Diary - December 31, 2007
I am straddling Glenn Close. She is radiant, wrapped in a white sarong that caresses her body and flows out over the bed to infinity. Her hair, a pile of tousled blond curls, seems to glow in the darkness that surrounds us. I stand, my legs on either side of hers, which lie bent over the edge of the bed. Lying on her back, her arms stretched toward me, she bids me to come forward and collapse into her embrace.
I want to fall into her, to feel the fabric and her arms around me, but instead I freeze, lost in thought. Is it right for me to physically commingle with an actress of her caliber? Certainly, her passion seems real enough, and we are shooting a film, after all. Presumably this is [...]
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