Originally posted by Turi Giuliano: Here's me, yesterday, gutting out the kitchen ripping wall units out frightened of what my imagination conjures up (mice with beards, scorpion claws for feet and stinger for a tail). But I had nothing to fear. I only found David Hasselhoff, gagged and tied wearing only speedo's. I forgot I left him there.
"Who's the life saver now, David?" I said before installing the new units. "See you in another 10 years you shit!"
Turi, this killed me!!
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)
