i dreamed- or dreamt?- last night - or maybe early today- that i was blogging about mulholland dr. (the film). camilla rhodes, more than betty, comes across as an enigmatic character. she, of the sparkling eyes and pearl necklaces, pearly teeth. she's the girl. making hot love with the nameless brunette... the director, adam something, is calling the shots. david lynch is actually calling the shots. the woman at the gas agency is patronizing in her tone. the woman buying the regulator device looks familiar. the devices look strange and futuristic. this must be a future.
her happiness sears him. such ease and grace, driving him crazy ... to club her to a pulp. chiaroscuro is the play of light and dark... the pearly white blonde and the dark, enigmatic woman. the link is wholly coincidental, forced even.
far in the horizon is the milk booth. it is a long walk on a curved road littered with the detritus of saturday market, rotten tomatoes, papery onion peels- in ghostly little eddies, scavenging dogs and girls. the man selling the milk ... looks familiar too, but his transformation is complete now, I need to look closer for traces of his former characteristics, the fangs look great, though, on him.
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