Monday, October 5, 2020

Room 22. or "Twenty-Two"

 


The immutable doctrine of water, how, if water confronts an attack, it conforms around and engulfs the pursuant.  The truth can be as hard to get a hold of as water, with one left only went to have his hands wet.

One prefers a static camera when one is standing in front of a smaller matte painting.  My heart burns there, too.  But the Piranhas can jump so far out of the water and lop on, or as it were, lop off.



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