So, what was the deal with Rosanna Arquette? There were times when there was three of her in my head, simultaneously, in different forms (one of which, if I recall correctly, was Divine Wisdom — figure that one). I was convinced that she and I shared a destiny somehow. I have no idea why. Yes, she was pretty, but there were prettier; I guess it says most that Peter Gabriel, whom I respect highly, went out with her for the better part of ten years. Pretty sure that it wouldn't have lasted that long if it were just on the basis of her looks — but really, I only knew of that relationship well after she was such an integral part of my madness. She invaded my waking world as well as my dreams; I thought she was Juliet to my Romeo; I thought she was the Devil's daughter; I thought she was a prophetess of the Lord; I really don't know why — why her?
I guess that's the thing about madness: it doesn't have to make sense. There is, of course, no reason to believe that she is of divine calling, just as there is no reason to believe that I am of divine calling. Rosanna Arquette. How long were you with me, tormenting me at times, inspiring me at others? I wonder just how well the crafting of my mind compared to the real deal. No, I guess I'll never know what the thing with her actually was, just that some imprint is still there, her midnight waltz through the center of my desire. Even if it wasn't her.
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8:22am tuesday, 4th february
Maybe you could see some quality her in her that you had missing in yourself??
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10:33am tuesday, 4th february
last night i read, commented and left.. but no sooner than a few minuts after id left, came lurking back. couldnt stop, hooked. read this over and over and over, cant seem to stop reading. havent slept, school id forgotten about.. it has been very emotional reading all youve written, though i know not the reason why.. i know nothing of computers, hate em all, yet been glued to the screen since last night.. the darkness is gonne.. sun is shining through the window, and is hurting my eyes when reflected in the crystal white snow.. think i better leave now, before my head explodes like a baloon blown to full.. i better go train, yes. that always gets me on top again.. as you see i havent commented on this poem or whatever i am to call it.. nor have i commented anything other than what i did last night.. it seems so meaningless when my words only will dry yp and fester compared with the ones written by you and youre "fans". and with those very words she really leaft the internet to go train with her running shoes over hes shoulder and the spikes gleaming in the morning sun.. for another day has knocked on my door and i should really go open. once again i wish to thank you, Stand. reading youre impressive work has been an emotional rollercoster of some sort. and who knows, maybe the forces of the universe will bring me to youre site again. if they do ill be shore to give a word. maybe then there will be new material from that special mind of yours.. keep writing..
x
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