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The theater's empty and I can't seem to figure why, The ground feels like a sticky, but hard lie, It's plain with drapes to a darkened heaven, With movie posters that make me nostalgic for when I was 7, Or was it 11? The projector starts to warm up, And the ghosts in the machine show who they wanted to be, This popcorn reminds me of a love that was wearing her favorite leather jacket, Holy **** how did I get popcorn? The screen shows ads for ****** **** But its in Spanish with Czech subtitles , And a weird sense of accomplishment, Seems to give way with the images, now gone, Apparently I have a soda that I have never noticed nor engaged or enraged, Blue stills of ****** knees and beaches unbeknownst to any future, With the credits rolling of names I'll remember, forget and lie remembering A calming anxiety seems to fill in where the smoke creeping oot the vents does not, The teleporting popcorn comes with me, And choose to leave, with the seat, I seem to forget to ask myself, meow so clear, How did I get here?
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
A Private Showing
The theater's empty and I can't seem to figure why, The ground feels like a sticky, but hard lie, It's plain with drapes to a darkened heaven, With movie posters that make me nostalgic for when I was 7, Or was it 11? The projector starts to warm up, And the ghosts in the machine show who they wanted to be, This popcorn reminds me of a love that was wearing her favorite leather jacket, Holy **** how did I get popcorn? The screen shows ads for ****** **** But its in Spanish with Czech subtitles , And a weird sense of accomplishment, Seems to give way with the images, now gone, Apparently I have a soda that I have never noticed nor engaged or enraged, Blue stills of ****** knees and beaches unbeknownst to any future, With the credits rolling of names I'll remember, forget and lie remembering A calming anxiety seems to fill in where the smoke creeping oot the vents does not, The teleporting popcorn comes with me, And choose to leave, with the seat, I seem to forget to ask myself, meow so clear, How did I get here?
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
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