Red Shoe Diaries

RED SHOE DIARIES|WILD ORCHID III

The lord is my Shepard,|I shall not want.

He makes me to lie down in green pastures,

and leaves me beside the still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in the paths of|righteousness for his namesake.

Yea though I walk through the valley|of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil, for you|are with me.

Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Your miracles will be performed in|the presence of my enemies,

you anoint my head with oil.|My cup runs over.

I'm sorry, Jack.|It's terrible.

All the day of my life, I was well|in the house of the lord.

I'm so sorry, Jake.

I'm really sorry about Alex.|We'll all miss her.

When you work up the courage|to talk about this,

you know where to find me.

Got it all cleaned up, Mr. Jack.

I'm sorry.|I couldn't take the cemetery.

I don't understand. She was so...

She was so much to live for.

Hi, we're not in right now.|Work, work, work.

Leave us a message.

Jake? It's Marlene.

So, could i take you out to dinner tonight?|And maybe just talk.

I just don't think you should be alone.

So, call me, alright?|Okay, bye.

Friday, July 12.

Too excited.|Too much energy,

took off from work early,

and danced, and danced.

And danced.

Six months and he's already a part|of my every breath,

my every thought. He's everything|i ever dreamed of.

A fairy tale Prince. If an hour|goes by without hearing his voice,

i'm lost. Adrift.|I've surrendered to his taste,

to his place, to his every wish.

He knows me inside out,|everything about me.

My troubles with my mother, the|abortion i had when i was eighteen,

my fear of the dark,|my fascination with fire.

No, Jack. There's people there.|No, Jake, the wedding.

I don't care.|- No.

Yes.

No... okay... Maybe.

I've given him every memory of the past,

every dream of the future.

I've thrown all my card on|the table before him.

I'm an open book.

I want my mystery back.|Something. Anything.

One thought, one deed, one tiny|secret that's mine alone.

I don't understand.

Look at this, Paul.|When the sun rises,

it's gonna hit the buildings|and create shadows down on the ground,

for the people on the parks|down on the street.

It's gorgeus. - Who gives a sh*t|how the light hits down there?

Nobody see it this way. Helicopter|pilots, maybe. - And angels.

Jesus Christ, Jake, not that|angel bullshit again.

No, look, just unclench.|Enjoy the sunset.

Think about how the angels are|gonna love this sunset. Look.

July 15th. Another 14-hour day.

We are both equally compulsive.|Equally dedicated to our work.

The difference is i change the look|of people's living rooms,

the fabric of the couches.|- Bye, cutie!

Jake changes the skyline.

His buildings will affect the way|people live for the next 100 years.

Not much of a comparison when|you really think about it.

Do you know how lucky you are to|enjoy your work as much as you do?

And to be as good as you are.|And to be rewarded for it?

I envy that. I really do.

I've always had this thought

that maybe God put certain people|on this earth to take care of us.

Doctors, poets, musicians.

People with vision.

People like you.

Come here.

Just stand right here.

Take off your sweater.|- Why?

I wanna see the outline of your body|through your nightgown.

I love the way look.

I love the way you smell.

I love the way you taste.

I love the way you feel.

I love the way you smile.

I love the way you scratch me.

I love the way you moan.

I love the way you come.

I love everything.|I love it.

Don't say that.|- I love you.

O... T... A...

L... Z... F?|- No, don't move.

August 8th.|Got my eyes checked today.

Try not to blink. You've got something|imbedded in your iris.

Looks like a little chunk of glass.

Have you felt any irritation?|No, please.

It'd be better for both of us|if you didn't move.

If this ruptured, it could cause you|serious trouble.

I read that 70 to 80% of all|the people in the world give up,

stop growing, stop dreaming,

and settle down the time|they are twenty-two,

become an eye-doctor and make|your mother happy,

nice and safe.

Don't move a muscle.

I could barely walk straight.|No perspective.

I should have called Jake, but

i sort of enjoy the adventure.

I hope you hit that|son of a b*tch back!

Amazing. Every passing stranger|assumed I was a victim.

That I had been beaten by my man.

Don't let'em get away with it.|Get the hell out.

You okay?

Crazy drivers.

You get something in you eye?|- A piece of glass.

It happens. Accidents.

You put in all this time and energy|planning for your future,

and bam! A car runs you down|on the street

or bullet hits you by mistake.

That sucks.|- Yeah, that sucks.

Nothing would piss me off more than that.|I think about it a lot.

Goodbye dreams. Lights go out.|- That's all she wrote.

You just never know,|know what I mean.

I know what you mean.

It was just a piece of glass.

Take it easy.

Perfect teeth, perfect skin,

perfect chest, perfect hair,

I just fell into his arms.

The wind just sort of blew me his way.

Perfect.

August 12th. Got the bandages|taken off my eye today.

Just happened to end up on|the same corner.

A little childish, a little|narcissistic maybe.

The perfect boy, the perfect ploy,

the perfect contender in a battle|that's already been won.

Someone so different from Jake,|there's no contest, no conflict,

no competition, no confusion.

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