a Catholic clings to his Rosary beads as this sets in again drowning his sorrow in prayer; Jesus is his only friend a sunset over the hotel, with the businesses, and the misses
isn’t she just his mistress? he says good bye with a gentle kiss behind closed curtains and a locked door he heads home to his future wife to find that he only wants that *****
where is his friend now to clean up this mess? she's starting to see the signs; he's in distress
but it all adds up to this beautiful caricature of indecency the most intimate position that has been laid for their intricacy already contaminated with the lies that disagree with the actions taken by the husband to be his nerves are only an addition to behavioral repetition
but what's inside this beautiful building where everyone is happy and glad, singing and swinging and beaming and redeeming?
a wasted journey so he fears because what lies overhead will bring her to tears like cigarettes on the ground used only once guaranteed defeat is sound
and chaos is accepted, like a scene from the pulp but he won’t drink the orange in one gulp if he tastes the poison that haunts his veins and pours out her last feeling he watches it as it delicately drains
it leaves her dreaming of the success of the wedding that she had planned from day one the queen and her veil lie on the floor undone