Truth... and politics
Two girls stand together in the back area of a crowded club. They are whispering about the death of Amanda Palmer: "Ooh, isn't it awful.. In the midst of fame, torn down.."
Later, in the cold, dark, dank room of a two bedroom maisonette, a girl caresses a silver chain. Looking down at her still, slient companion, she says, softly: "After all, there are much worse things than being dead. Not being famous, not being loved, barely noticed wherever you a go; a living ghost. You do understand, don't you Amanda."
Later, in the cold, dark, dank room of a two bedroom maisonette, a girl caresses a silver chain. Looking down at her still, slient companion, she says, softly: "After all, there are much worse things than being dead. Not being famous, not being loved, barely noticed wherever you a go; a living ghost. You do understand, don't you Amanda."