Sunday, August 7, 2011

WOODY ALLEN DREAMS


A stand-up comedian is cursed by a witch, so that everyone he meets tries to kill him. Little girls rake his shins with colored pencils, cops open fire, his wife tries to brain him with a heavy first edition Proust. There’s no one he can trust. He hides in the woods and fails to make fire, fails to find food. He sneaks back into the city and finds the witch, and she tells him, there was no curse. This is just your life. In his sleep, Woody smiles. He knew that, somehow, all along.

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