I think we’re the demons…
You really can’t watch more opposite movies back to back than Mask (the Cher/Sam Elliott/Eric Stoltz one) and Natural Born Killers.
Rusty and Rocky and Mickey and Mallory.
Add about 10 hours of aging and its effects and loss and grief and death and dying. Throw in a bottle of wine and some drinking music and the unknown isn’t as scary as it was just a few hours ago. Sunday will be here soon and the fun will be over for another week. I’m going to try and do something constructive tomorrow.
But tonight is for mayhem.
[Mickey:] “The whole world’s coming to an end, Mal.” [Mallory:] “I see angels, Mickey. They’re comin’ down for us from
heaven. And I see you ridin’ a big red horse. You’re drivin’ the horses, whippin’ ’em. And they’re spittin’ and barfin’ all
on you now. They’re coming right at us. And I see the future. There’s no death ’cause you and I, we’re angels.” [Mickey:] “I
love you, Mal…” [Mallory:] “I know you do, baby. I’ve loved you since the day we met.”
Anyone who’s ever had a heart
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who’s ever played a part
Wouldn’t turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane
You’re waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinkin’ of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane
Anyone who’s ever had a dream
Anyone who’s ever played a part
Anyone who’s ever been lonely
And anyone who’s ever split apart
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to aspire to me
When you smile
… Now you can go anywhere you want, baby.
—Rusty Dennis
just shy of pretty 
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