Overlapping dialogue. Old computers. I'm charmed every time. I laugh and I bite my nails. You always start with letting me know its a sad story. I fall for them every time. I laugh and wish for difference. You zoom in on the eye of something long since gone but it left its fear and passes it this way. There is the beauty of that line racked with an instrument."Lets get the hell out of here."
Your soaking wet with detail and foreshadowing, and they're fighting every single time to keep it cool. To handle it. I'm convinced they're trying to stay alive. In a fish tank of a television set.
They're taken away. Without the details. And sad story by ulcer I'm abandoned. We're in this together every time. You're braver then I am and I'm dragged along kicking and screaming.
We're abandoned together.
They made this? This could happen? This is always happening.
Astounding.
No comments:
Post a Comment