The dull patina in the eyes of Edward Hopper's prisoners:
Last night I dreamt about an open suitcase.
Open window
Wet butter knives spilled out on the floor,
An overturned drawer.
Her affairs lay open on the desktop, drenched and
Illegible.
By the suitcase ran spilled ink.
Cursive and at such a breakneck slant,
Heedless, the way an animal would charge,
Antlersdown at the creek,
Charging the adversity of All Things
Embodied.
It was unmistakable what she'd been thinking,
Whatever it was--we're just here to observe this reliquary.
28 Years Later & M3gan 2.0
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Director Danny Boyle and writer/director Alex Garland have collaborated
once again to deliver 28 YEARS LATER a sequel to 2002’s 28 DAYS LATER and
its 200...
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