December 24 9 PM, eastern standard time. From here-on-in, I shoot without a script and see if anything comes of it. Instead of my old shit.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.
How do you measure a year?
The power blows.
How do you document real life when real life's becoming more like fiction each day?
We're not gonna pay...
Last year's rent
This year's rent
Next year's rent
We're not gonna pay rent
Cause everything is rent
How we gonna pay?
Last years rent?
You won't throw up -_-
YOU'RE NOT CALLING MARK.
I'm Angel.
You hear that boy's song?
I can't believe those two after everything I've done.
I'm not a theatre person
Could never be a theatre person
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart?
Chrismas bells are ringing. Christmas bells are ringing. Chrismas bells are ringing.
Somewhere else. Not here.
