You're a liar!
- Tilda Swinton in Young Adam (2003)
But the expectation trumps the whimsicality, yes? . . .
Of what? . . . sleeping with someone? . . .
Ring around the rosie . . . earwormed . . .
and we're all falling down . . . the Urban Dictionary
reminding us of the Black Death
and the monkish chime . . . blurring genres . . .
as effortlessly as the banality of domesticity . . .
But I can do this now, having done time as a footnote . . .
Forget the intrusion . . . there was none . . .
But what about posed pics? . . .
Aren't they filled with lies? . . .
What are you talking about? . . .
Welcome to The Age of Lies . . .
You're kidding . . .
I'm not kidding . . .
Casual lies à la Billy Joel?
No, not casual lies . . .
Again you capture the fancy, better, the fantasy
of many . . . following a hiatus . . . of how many years? . . .
The voice in this line is unrecognizable . . .
Savoring the rush . . .
The rush, yes . . . yes . . . it's all about the rush . . .
Aware of the seamlessness of thought and action . . .
the invisibility . . .
And now? . . .
Zero-out the counters . . . and proceed with the scene . . .
He/she will attempt a comeback . . . at an open mic . . .
But what about Thomas Wolfe? . . .
Didn't he host an open mic? . . .
I don't think so . . . he was too tall . . .
besides, I don't have time to phone home right now . . .
Then make time . . .
Make time? . . . whoa, the designated optimist
has elbowed his/her way into the room . . .
Deliver the lines as written, please . . .
Pedal to the masses . . . no doubt . . . wait . . .
I'm googling as fast as I can . . . and now my eyes close
as I enter the fifth of seven levels . . .
Tilda Swinton in Young Adam (2003) |