DEALMAKER: You’re Jeff Goldblum
He stands in my kitchen, his muscular frame sillohuetted by the light of the open refridgerater. The days of making love has left me exhausted- I fight the urge to close my eyes by trying to recognize the tune he’s been singing. It’s a meandering melody, but it sounds familiar… as familiar as his breath on my cheek or the sound of his laugh buried in the pillows. He sits on the bed beside me, brushing my hair from my forehead. The song quiets until it becomes a whisper. And then, like that- he is gone. All that is left is a note:
“God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates Man. Man destroys God. Man creates Dinosaurs”
Hannah and I just discussed Jeff Goldblum - he appeared in her dream last night, wearing tight red leather pants and a feather vest. He was on coke and attempting to seduce her.
Coincidence?
I think not.
Posts for Wednesday, 8 July 2009
