Black Wings of Olde
Brick (Rian Johnson, 2005) in stills #8
Angels whisper of it, afraid of their creator hearing them. And the demons shout of it, afraid that they will become one of this. The legend of a fallen. A strange erotic legend that has been passed down through the ranks of martyrdom and angelic life. I am of this. I am of both light and fire. I am what the legend is. And I many of those who are like me. But we hide. When we seek you. We will find you. And we create the chaos that reigns in your head.
To you it may be a gross exaggeration. Por moi, is simply an observation.
An observation that has been critical thought and that I have spent several hours observing. Though I am a scientist of sorts, observations are my specialty. I tend to see things that others won’t aveil. One of them would be the admiration many feel for you, Charles. -chuckles;
Well it may be objective. I may be wrong with this observation though I do still hold true to it. That everyone does love you.
To you it may be a gross exaggeration. Por moi, is simply an observation.
An observation that has been critical thought and that I have spent several hours observing. Though I am a scientist of sorts, observations are my specialty. I tend to see things that others won’t aveil. One of them would be the admiration many feel for you, Charles. -chuckles;
