They saunter off to their respective destinations
crisscross in direction
to keep sure of miscollision
and I've only got a single interpretation
it's chewing out of my brain and onto your clothes
inspecting lines of fabric
worn, torn, severely neglected.
the accomplice is losing sight senses
selected plain black to improve imperfection
and they're sharing a carmel latte
conversing connections.
why did you choose the pale red shoes
that you're unknowingly keeping beat with the sound
the sound makes you look magnificent
the slow motion flow in the scene i chose.
when action is shouted get in your place
you better
your talents will envoke your greatest fears
so instinct kicks in
subconscious overrides
deceit gets the best of you
majority's eyes are missing this collaboration
the director hides the truth
slurs his speech from intoxication
the order suited him
he can't envision. can't conserve.
