October 2011
2 posts
Let's Get Outta Here
Just like in the movies, I am taking you by the arm and we are headed out the door, it’s probably raining and everything is monochrome, burn holes in the margins of this scene. I hear the roll of film clipping as we move outside, ducking under newspapers. You might stop to light a cigarette. Things are changing.
So sweetheart, where are we going?
Now we’re on a highway, the...
