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Vail Bloom - The Taking of Pelham 123 Premiere

Vail Bloom at the "The Taking of Pelham 123" LA Premiere.

I begged of you then, one last cigarette. One more lick & it's over for me.

Pillows are my last resort. They are the only things that remotely resembles a human being in my possession. It smells like shampoo & forgotten conversations. Stop, they say. You're dying away, they say. They say too much, I say. & What if I do?, I say. I am invincible & tough & independent & cynical & proud. They laugh. Half-hearted people do not live half a life, they begin. Half-hearted people die. I am the (n)evergreen tree in the Christmas tree lot that no one wanted to take home. I am the proud pigeon who struts around downtown Manhattan, secretly wishing to be a dove. I am the girl standing barefoot on the threshold, watching the headlights fade into the horizon. The back of daddy's hand is pained. Pained of memories he tries to forget. Only when it's bloodstained. Though his heart's always upset. The back of daddy's hand is numb. Numb of all the beatings it's given before. Only when we give & take some. Though now I'm not there anymore. I don't mind at all, with this smile upon my deadly face.

These fertile scraps are a hodgepodge of miscellany.

What does it mean to nest a girl so deep inside a pond? To put her there & leave her, so that she might be found again? She reaches, this cast - stone being, with long slender arms. She gathers the minnows to her, but they are independent creatures. She sits & she waits & there is green within her hair - Slick patina - For this is what age looks like, in a pond. After I found the girl, I often went to see her, sometimes leaning so far over the pond that my face was floating there beside hers. I took a strange comfort from her eternal peacefulness, the way she simply let the minnows go & refused to fuss about the green in her hair. Escaping words & work, as I was, escaping the knots I had tied my life into, escaping the overwhelming sense that my future was uncertain, I found the girl's easy way with her own circumstances intoxicating. All I had to do was go & let her graces find me.

Fueled by cheap whiskey & dark regrets.

Using all of the energy of their tiny hearts to stay afloat, looking out with their iridescent eyes. I was singing Disney tunes when the truth hit me like whiplash. I'll apologize if my snub stings. But you've painted glowworms in my eyes & the glitter spanning my nose feels like a mockery. The flames danced in the air as one person slid it on the table to the next, & the vanilla fragrance in the air, comforting me like the aroma of baking bread.
This time baby, I'll be bulletproof. The skies, the earth & I are kin. Everything will be better, one day.

Don't worry ladies, we're still gentlemen under these fierce skins.

With your pearl hands & porcelain arms, thoughts ajar, poised to cajole the night not to black out the ambience of pinks & tangerines that tease the glass frames of my sliding doors, you'd step out to where there should be a veranda to meet on - but your feet would kiss only empty space. It’s still tempting now to leave the curtains open & hoard the dying shafts of halcyon sun setting syrupy, but bright clouds fade ; & our careful blades of silver, wrought to shred cold logic into blithe ribbons, can’t turn water to wine, can’t paint gold rainbows on hidden canvasses. & if we ever stopped, just to look, just to see what’s passing us by, we’d see just how much we’re missing out on. The thing is that we look past humanity until people are nothing but faces & figures & feelings. What we don’t realize is that we’re all humans, nothing, but, humans, who complicate enigmas & flummox ourselves. What we don’t realize is how simple we really are. We’re nothing but humans.