Apr 16, 2005 02:04
We will dream theatrical trailers before anyone even notices.
Start throwing out the bath water, baby, it's going to be a never ending cycle of listen and respond. Wish with all countenance, practice hearing the cuts, watching the balance. Forget to gather all the moments, you have done it again. Listen-
grand inference, darling, mashed perpetuity, spackled scratches and deter.
I want to know the soft of it all. Give the silent ending approved for all audiences and wish in green. Find creation in its cradle and rock it. You have hard cuts and fades tomorrow, but hear the clock tick now and bring in creaking weaves, scattered through a strip of serrate, pure and forgotten
we will dream of half-knowing before anyone ever notices.