Bumpersticker #5
Ξ May 25th, 2009 | → 0 Comments | ∇ screeds |

Tell No One (2006)
Made me realize I haven’t seen a Real Movie in a long time. This is a Real Movie.
I was catching up on back episodes of The Tudors recently, and there was a scene with a man on the rack as they tried to get a confession from him. He did not do the thing they asked about, and so was wretchedly stretched and broken and all agonized howls. All he had to say was “Okay,” and they’d stop and just neatly, quickly slice off his head (an inevitability anyway).
I thought, man, put a pair of dirty contact lenses on me, chap my lips, and keep me from brushing my teeth for about 8 hours and I’ll tell you anything. That’s really all I thought. I don’t have any new insight or resolve or anything. Well, except I’m happy I have chapstick and I’m not on the rack.
Slightly above average mediocre mainstream indie pop
Boring Tori Amos songs meet boring Depeche Mode songs
This poem has special
spacing and line breaks
so you know I’m serious
plus obligatory reference to homeless man: ( here)
o yes and sprinkle wretched callosum
there how’s that