A sleazy night's movie-going, initiating the 'tone' for a gloomy early morning, subsidized by the last of the civet bean coffee and last drops of Kalona Supernatural heavy cream, now abandoned, even by Whole Foods....triple-feature at the All Night Picture Show: Jean-Jacque Beneix's seldom seen "Art" film, Moon In The Gutter....that motivated me to get that Richard Avedon Photograph of Nastassia, wrapped in a giant python: decadently sad The Happy Prince....biopic of Oscar Wilde's last days, in Paris, begging for money to buy 'escorts', absinthe, cigarettes and liquor; and the 1993 Nicolas Roeg interpretation of Conrad's Heart of Darkness, that I had the good sense to pause, then delete, as the morning sun failed to glimmer through the eastern window, passing behind a thick, dark cloud....I must, somewhere around here, have that old copy of A Wonderful Life......Yes...put away that DVD of Querelle, Reed! Else this become a rainy Fassbinder morning, before the birds awaken to Dawn.......The golden sun is a fine thing, but I am a child of the moon, after all.....but have the good sense to prefer a silken divan with goose down pillows to a hard, wet rock in the Matchless Mine, Horace!
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