Marxie and I had a movie night last night. Things have been pretty crazy here, and a snuggly movie night on the couch was exactly what I needed. Marx is a film buff, but chose a movie neither of us had seen. We watched “The Future” by Miranda July. What starts out charming and endearing and special ends up heartwrenching, horrible and soul-sucking. After a long night of trying to sleep between the dozen trips to the bathroom my sister needed, I found myself rather angry at Ms. July this morning. This photo was born of those feelings.
I don’t think Miranda July needs to actually die. Just maybe suffer a long trip down a razor blade into a pool of alcohol. Which is exactly like watching the “The Future.”
This is one of those photos that is far better viewed larger, if you click the photo.
Real life woman. Virtual World avatar. Likes top shelf vodka, dominant men, blues, sunsets and playing darts. Dislikes insecurity, rap, small children and clowns. I'm either behind the bar or under it.