she is the weapon.
a ticking time bomb
ready weary gettouta heare!
How can you grow tired? Opted to seclude yourself and the item
Sent me a poem,
about me though not by you.
That will make it all better... for you.Repeat the lies I tell myself daily, gosh... Im I really that good?
You bought me! You caught me!
Time for a refund.
Nothing to give back, its better if Im just wasted.
So forget me and ignore me.
Flowers will be torn. Flowers will grow ripe.''Doctor! Doctor! When does this stop?''
''Oh! But it is hell!''
It is just life. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . .
(Last dialogue is taken from this short film adapted from the short story Ruido de Passos by Clarice Lispector. http://vimeo.com/11165592 )
