He thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.

I live through reading ”It”. Love in its form of a book. Some would call it a horror story, but in my eyes it’s the most beautiful love story ever written. It makes me see the world through different eyes. Somehow, it makes the world a less horrifying place to live, even though it tells the horror of clowns. Eww, clowns. There is something about them that makes me suspicious and terrified. The lies the live. I’ve never trusted clowns. I don’t like it when you can’t read the emotions of people. All that make-up… They MUST hide something!
…but, I am most fascinated by the whole carnivale/circus-theme. I once saw a very short film, just showing off the classic freakshow people, and it made me stop everything I did just then and just …watch in silence. The photo and the actors were very beautiful, and I felt swept away. When I was a child I sometimes dreamt about running away with a circus. Never, not ever, because I didn’t like it at home. Just because it seemed like the greates adventure. …and the fame, the fame! In my eyes as a child, being a circus artist was the greatest job. Entertainers have a special place in my heart. (oooh, Ingrid Bergman, Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, Clark Gable… People really -worthy- of the name ”star”)

Perhaps I should go to bed now. I seem to be all alone at the web for the moment, and I really want to read some more of ”It” before sleeping. I’m free tomorrow, so we thought about going to the movies and see Kingdom of Heaven. Could be fun…

(may be innocent, may be sweet, ain’t half as nice as rotting meat.)

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