Balls and Tits

Corneas are supposed to be spherical.
Balls, practically.
They should not hang like tits.
A tit is often a beautiful thing to see.
But an eye with a tit-shaped cornea
is awful.
Have you ever seen one?
Come closer, look at my eyes.

He did.
And declared a -4.25 for both eyes.
I am kind of blind.

How comes I did not notice?
Yes reading is harder
but it's like listening to a foreign language:
you don't need all the words
your brain makes sense of it
anyhow.
When I watch
I don't see how it is
my brain fills it for me.

And I thought you were beautiful.

Happiness (V)

Nothing more to write. Just two links with alternative interpretation on happiness.


Polygamy

Music

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By the way, the MID-LIFE CRISIS has decayed.

Dizzy

Too many events
too many thoughts
there's a world to be changed
and some pain to be given

too many eyes
too many smiles
there's a bottle I wanna drink
and a child who's asleep

If I start to play along
will you feel how I'm strong
or will you stop me
'cause it's wrong?

Too many facts
too many words
there's a night with graceful touch
and a dizzy man feeling alone

GRACEFUL TOUCH — Tord Gustavsen trio

Acting (II)

The part I acted is the one from 7:50 to the end, plus the first minute of part 7.
Guess who was my character.

Failure

Much to lose
and nothing to give.

So I fail

Acting

I have never read something like that. Twelve Angry Men, a fabulous plot.

Actually I haven't read the whole plot. Only one page. 25 lines, not more than that. It took me 4 hours to read that page. I was supposed not only to read it, but to live it. Act. Feel the weight of every word, behave like your line, be your line. While acting there is no space for fiction. You need to be the bad guy; you need to want to hang that guy. Acting is no pretending.

A character insulted mine. I moved around the table, slowly, apparently calm. Suddenly I grasped the knife, and jumped on my fellow, screaming for his blood. All the other characters had to use all their fear to stop me. A chair flew in the air, a table cracked. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I was my character, no distinction between him and myself, except that in a remote part of our brain.

That being double while being one, as the hands of a musician, as in a simultaneous orgasm, is the essence of the art.

I can't change

But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next