MYOPIC
This is true : biopic not. All those
big screens
are fetching things, and men sit
going gaga
over nothing. The only camera lens
is the one
that stares at you. I am heartily
in agreement
here. Censorship is due. So if I
never thought I'd
say that there I've said it now. I
love the way
they call this film a
festival.
-
I'm the radical egg in your muffin,
the one
that gets broken to make the
omelette you
hate. At the time of day when the
light is new
I'm still reading the same old stuff
: of wars
and famines and those who interpret,
writers
who flub the entry they make,
wordsmiths
looking out only for themselves, and
me and
fifteen hundred others, whining on
about
something. nature is a fine scalpel,
and
so much is gone by
nightfall.
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