Stop and smell the pot ash and seed hulls in the dirt--
The enamel of your ancestors
So wild and proliferate, that fields
Teem with hotly colored flowers to compete.
A sun that once roved orangely across van Gogh's eyes
Distills the corner, by a truck and your waiting friends.
Stop. Waste everything;
Now, I want you to look at me.
Five (Very) Underrated Thrillers By Ghastly1
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The Ghost Ship (1943) An incredible film about a psycho sea captain which I
can't recommend enough. This is a film way ahead of its time, containing
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