And at a classic pace, the scam was in bloom and fading... Hollywood tune-up, that car is a good lunatic's ride to Spago but they kept it in the yard like a pendant dangling from the mostly empty house they shared with what about courage is sticking to its cage as chariot craves its passenger and gets terribly vacant and literary unless the thugs stay near to clean up after it calling everyone someone's cousin until sometimes it is, that shortcut you were after between the camera and the desert rose, raindrops on the lens, reservations and the mask in bloom. The beginning and the end are one again, and it's plenty endearing and vandalised and replenished and immortal
