If nobody got me, I know the Wong Kar Wai criterion box set got me. Can i get an amen?
"why'd ye spill yer beans"
The words ricochet among dilapidated planks in the passing of an raging tempest.
An exhaustion in it's encumbering trance, the scanty of their virilities washed down in bitter substance provides their only sustenance. A maelstrom induced pugnacity encumbering any remnant virtue. The withering tenacity to their sanitys manifests a woeful contempt to succeed one another as the guardian to the intangible deity, an ecstacy for avarice, the light.
A lust for life, it burdens their…