KILL YOUR DARLINGS EXHUMATION

re-watching KILL YOUR DARLINGS.....brought my own adolescence to early twenties from the fog of forgotteness that leaves but the artistic fiction words, written, after whatever the facts may have been, although they, like Virgina Woolf, lay, exhausted, on the smooth rocks of Lifeflow......Pour another absinthe.....the bongo bohemium poem is always happening, around midnight, somewhere.....peel the candle wax off that cheap French wine bottle......in this place, it's probably 'good smoking'.......or just have another Lucky Strike.......and keep that ticket stub....it may be worth something, someday......just keep Everything........or, just write it down.......