If it’s been a simple matter then it’s been a mad little thing of
Collapsing bliss actually, and of the people who cared, we seemed to share in their sense of overwhelming magnitude. The rudeness of a
ScribbleD Hard mAsterclAss shall have taken them// to a fictitious place of Aced understandings. What of it when we
Crawl across a condensation-filled windowsill… and still manage at
Basking in ourselves ~ happily. That thing called: contained understatements of bliss-fuelled at-first pEoPle. It isn’t supposed to be HARD to bag a cup of tea and DaNcE anyway(!) … isn’t
Even that unbelievable a thing for them to’ve wipeD awaY plain-sailing teArs whilst they smile EarTo Ear. Anyhow.. if they did want to know what it was that took their favourite fIlMic breath away.. then we need to say
“Everything withIN, actually.” Every damn thing that makes their mind sing – a song of six million sEnSes
