Nice to Meat Me
Into glittering Indra's jeweled net our flesh is cast.
Upon silver screen ephemerent yet visceral, always fluid we meat our reflection.
Yum! How tasty is my celebrity star?
Always eating myself in the middle --
We arrive with you, reflecting two.
How cool!
Between us breeze.
Into glittering Indra's jeweled net our flesh is cast.
Upon silver screen ephemerent yet visceral, always fluid we meat our reflection.
Yum! How tasty is my celebrity star?
Always eating myself in the middle --
We arrive with you, reflecting two.
How cool!
Between us breeze.
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We are the self-illuminating lens what risks distracting their own projectionist.
*The moment they turn their back... the film!*
(As a youth, I ran a genuine 1960's, carbon-arc movie projector(s) They always come in pairs, y'know.)